Like a white, suburban feminist of the '70s who becomes 'born again' into Christian fundamentalism and writes to expose the errors of feminism as a whole (leaving out the experience, knowledge, and insights of the bulk of the tradition), Horowitz accomplishes something, but far less than he or his celebrators would have you believe. Ultimately, that the political left is 'owned' by the communists/fellow travellers of his past is the underexamined assumption that underpins too much of his analysis. While many of his insights are spot on, they exist in a disjointed series of isolated critiques that he and his editors attempt to link together into a (illusionary) unified whole. While it's not clear how much of this book is mere self-therapy for its author,it does manage to provide warm fuzzies for ideologues on the right, a cathartic punching-bag for stridents on the left, but precious little for the masses who have to live in the middle.