He's having an interior moment. Republican activists love it. They claim Horowitz as their radical pamphleteer and guerrilla leader as if Tom Paine met Mao at a William F. Buckley mixer. DeLay passes out Horowitz's books at Republican forums. He is less intimidated by the left and he throws their tactics back at them, and that's very bracing.
Former comrades are less admiring.
Richard Parker lived in Berkeley in the 1960s and labored at Ramparts with Horowitz, before moving on to more liberal magazines. He likes his Beethoven played on the ninth mark of the volume control. It's a world of good and evil, and he knows who is going to Hell. He knows the tug of such ambition on the left, he fancied himself the man who would reinterpret Marx. An agreeably voluble man with a gray-flecked goatee and hair that curls down over an open collar, Horowitz recognizes that role is no longer his.