I will always remember Isabel Hilton's piece on Alfredo Stroessner, the dictator of Paraguay from 1954 to 1989 because I am of the generation that grew up on the mystique of Paraguay under his rule. From Graham Greene's 'Travels With My Aunt' through Ira Levin's 'The Boys from Brazil' (book and film) to countless others, particularly all those shoddy paperbacks with thrilling covers announcing Paraguay was the centre of the Fourth Reich and soon its armies of vampire/zombie/clones etc. (delete as appropriate) would be unleashed under the evil/satanic/ancient evil/corrupt banker and politicians, etc. Paraguay and Stroessner by their very remoteness and unavailability for comment made Paraguay and him the perfect spot and leader complicit in every possible type of wrong doing and conspiracy. Of course we didn't believe them all but there was never any doubt that Stroessner was a particularly bad, but also powerful and clever dictator with access to a state treasury which had enriched him with marble palaces and fleets of minion and supporters who would die rather then desert him.
Yet they did and Stroessner ended up in banal middle class ordinariness. There was no legions of undead or Nazi Fourth Reich vampires or even millions in Swiss Banks or, in the end, loyal followers. A man so demonised, whose power and vengeance was so terrible you would have thought death the absolute necessity of his removal from power. But it wasn't and the truth of Stroessner and his years in power were certainly ugly and corrupt but it was not operatic evil, but the petty, banal, sordid nastiness of limited men in positions of power creating a desert of mediocrity all about them and imagining themselves Ceasers in the comic opera nothingness of their world.
All that is captured brilliantly in Isbel Hilton's piece. In addition there were wonderful articles from Salmon Rushdie on whether religious mentality can survive outside of religious dogma; Christopher Hitchens the state of Romanian affairs during the downfall of the Iron Curtain and Ceausescu's assassination and much more.
As always Granta is full of surprises and delights not the least of which is that so much of each issue is worth reading long after it was published and the circumstances that inspired it have vanished. Older issues are also a testament to a time when fine writing emerged and was published, read and valued that required you to think, argue, maybe disagree. It often said things you didn't like, and even more often it would distress you because it showed you man's inhumanity to man in all its awfulness. There were no warnings that you might be distressed because the Publisher, and authors, wanted to distress you. It was only by upsetting their readers they could be sure they had done their job.