Dima HongHongitibarenBanjar Wangi, Ciawi, Bogor, West Java 16720, Indonesia
One never reads a Buckley book alone; it's always accompanied by a dictionary, to wit: plenipotentiary, coagitations, cocatinate, garrulity, jejune, dedantation, expatiation, rhodomontade, thrasmonical, sedulous, prolix, jocosity, longorrhea, to name just a few tongue- and mind-twisters. Given that, Buckley is still better read than seen. His slovenly appearance (not to mention his slovenly posture) on his "Firing Line" program over thirty years did not improve, though his vocabulary astonishingly, did. This is a clever, funny, and ascerbic book. Buckley, far from being a mere fire-eater, always decanted a dollop of humorous steak sauce on everyone he barbequed. Love him or hate him, he was a nonpariel iconoclast. So there. "Do not immanentize the eschaton!"