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First essay was great and very relevant; second was confusing. 

Tom Wolfe should probably tattoo "I'm a lover not a hater, baby" on the inside of his eyelids. The problem with being a hater is that it's just so much fun. In this book, Wolfe goes after two of the more hilariously misguided White Guilt efforts of the late 60s; the brief fling between the Black Panthers and New York's society elite, and various Community Development programs in San Francisco.

There's actually some decent journalism in here about conflicts between charismatic and bureaucratic styles of leadership, the romance of revolution and the hard work of hustling money from people who have and are willing to turn it over. Sure, it's a little racist, but at least Wolfe digs that it's all a game, that's there's a fundamental symmetry between New York society and SF Mission pimps. Unfortunately, this is buried under a lot of swipes at society wives for being useless and ornamental, which is kinda the point of society wives. At this point, a good 40 years removed from the subject matter, it's easy to see what parts of the 60s endured and which parts faded. The Black Panthers are far more interesting than Unfortunately, Wolfe treats it all with the same level of excited derision. Well, at least it's short and moderately sparky; Wolfe would have to hate a lot harder than he does here to be boring.