That’s what Jonah Goldberg is doing in his new book “Liberal Fascism.” I’m only on page 93, and he has already broken every stick of furniture in the living room of liberalism’s intellectual history and he is headed for the kitchen.
Goldberg has seemed oddly absent in his occasional writing at National Review for the past several years. Now I know where he’s been.
For those who pay attention to such things, this is a book that needed to be written.
I’ll have more to say about it as it goes along.
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