“Intellectuals” is a great book. Entertainingly written and with a convincing central thesis. Johnson’s personal failings (if failings they be) are old and irrelevant news.
Poor old Glazov, on the other hand, clearly cannot write for toffee: no-one outside a Readers Digest column should be “rubbing their hands with glee”. Moreover, to devote the best part of a chapter to “left-wing homsexuals” (there are, dear boy, plenty of right-wing ones too) may itself be unkindly regarded as a display of “pathology”.
Perhaps Johnson should simply update his great work, leaving Glazov to be hailed on NRO etc for his penetrating insights into the workings of the homosexual mind.





