Tanenhaus’s biography of Buckley has arrived at last, and it is more or less the book conservatives feared it would be. The author is a gifted writer and a diligent scholar; his account is ably paced. But the Bill Buckley of this book is little more than a wasted talent: a man who put his stupendous gifts in the service of a perverse cause and, though he got one or two big things right, propounded a muddled ideology and probably compounded the nation’s problems ... A book so long in the making was bound to sprawl, and this one does ... Buckley’s devotees will find it frequently irritating and occasionally enraging ... The size of this biography would seem to suggest an act of homage, but its effect is to reduce Buckley to smallness ... Tanenhaus’s decisions about what to include and exclude in this 1,000-page account frequently mystify.