“Playing pool with Korean officials one evening in the Koryo Hotel, which has become the nightspot for foreign businessmen and an increasing number of diplomats (to say nothing of the burgeoning number of spies and journalists traveling under second identities), I was handed that day's edition of the Pyongyang Times. At first glance it seemed too laughable for words: endless pictures of the 'Dear Leader'—Little Boy's exalted title—as he was garlanded by adoring schoolchildren and heroic tractor drivers. Yet even in these turgid pages there were nuggets: a telegram congratulating the winner of the Serbian elections; a candid reference to the 'hardship period' through which the country had been passing; an assurance that a certain nuclear power plant would be closed as part of a deal with Washington. Tiny cracks, to be sure. But a complete and rigid edifice cannot afford fissures, however small. There appear to be no hookers, as yet, in Pyongyang. Yet if casinos come, can working girls be far behind? One perhaps ought not to wish for hookers, but there are circumstances when corruption is the only hope.” United StatesJournalismPropagandaPoolDiplomacyProstitutionNorth KoreaEspionageCasinosSerbia2000Kim Jong IlPyongyangNorth Korea And WmdNorth Korean FamineKoryo HotelProstitution In North KoreaSerbian Election 2000The Pyongyang Times Book:Love, Poverty, and War: Journeys and Essays Source: Love, Poverty, and War: Journeys and Essays