Until a few days ago I had no idea that there was such a thing as Soviet chic, a fawning nostalgic bow to the land of the Gulag: elegant cocktail party invitations adorned with Red Stars, nightclubs in New York City named Pravda and KGB and decorated with Soviet flags and crowded with hip customers sporting CCCP t-shirts. I had no idea this was going on until Bernadette Malone, a columnist for the Manchester, NH Union-Leader brought Soviet chic to my attention. Ms. Malone rightly views with revulsion the 74 year Soviet "experiment" that slaughtered some 60 million of its...