Attempts at scene-setting — a feeble homage to Didion’s magnificently visceral vignettes — fall flat ... The book’s ambient contempt for progressives is legible; its actual thesis much less so. Its chapters are short, flitting and digressive ... Morning After the Revolution is, at best, a grab bag of Bowles’s pet peeves ... She is not a liar or a peddler of outright misinformation, but she is fatally incurious about her ideological adversaries and their motivations. At no point does she exert any effort to understand the doctrines she is so quick to dismiss, and she turns a blind eye to examples of sane and effective progressivism, which are ample.
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