For quite some time, growing segments of Soviet Latvian prose have revealed a thematic shifting from topics of collective import toward subjects that focus on the individual's concerns. Collectivity becomes a negative dimension, and sometimes it is the superior individualthe artist, the writerwho is spotlighted against the opaque crowds of Soviet babbits. Sometimes the anonymous heroes and nonheroes of small everyday tragedies capture the empathie regard of the writer. Persistently implicit there is a protest, low-keyed, to be sure, against the iniquities that technocracy and prosperity, with their attendant moral ills of ruthlessness and avarice, have wrought on the individual. There is also a plea for understanding and compassion for those who, expelled from the mainstream of affluence, languish in the backwaters of mute misery. There is subdued indignation at the efficiency expert and the aggressive manager who continue to perfect the system whose malignant growth dehumanizes man. Indictment of civilization is as old as civilization itself, but in Soviet Latvian literature the litany of the regress of progress seems to be modulating from concern to anger. Man must be saved from himself. He must cease to worship the false gods of efficiency and opulence. These themes, sometimes projected in the images of the great myths, amplify, with variable intensity and artistry, the works of Luginska, Kaldupe, Jakubāns, Liepiņs, Zigmonte, and others. But perhaps their fullest development is found in Alberts Bels, a writer of protean multiformity, whose prose vibrates with restless meaning. Bels' literary career was quite auspiciously heralded by his first collection of short stories, "Hs Pats " Līdzenumā. Perhaps it would not be too far-fetched to liken him to Maupassant for his thematic interests, plots, and most conspicuously for his trenchant irony which, coupled with wit and compassion, probes for essences in the games of gregarious living. Indeed, it would not be difficult to notice thematic parallels between Maupassant's "La Parure" (The Necklace) and