Looking backward over the vast expanses of literary and literal time and space in Michael Wilding's world, the hopes and fears he foreshadowed in his early work as a literary critic, academic teacher, creative writer, and publisher seem to have come true. His warnings (predictions, fears) may have been realized as the university, publishing, creative arts, political freedoms have all disappeared or crumbled. The world that has been emerging since the end of the wildly halcyon days of the 1960s freedoms has been eroded with the advent of a hyperworld filled with the state apparatus's technologies of surveillance and internal repression through self-induced fears and doubts.' (Introduction)