The passion that Mishra brings to his writing can almost make one’s hair stand on end. His dismantling of the preening Ferguson is particularly gruesome but riveting, and well wonderful. It is the literary equivalent of watching a young boy pick apart a fly. First the legs one by one, then the wings pluck, pluck, and then the head squished quickly between the thumb and forefinger. While you might wonder why liberal democracy for all its sins, and there are many, is able to keep reinventing itself unlike competing approaches to organizing human beings. Probably because it actually tries to be fair, even if it often fails. Highly recommend, if only to imagine how Niall might have reacted to his complete unmasking. Must read.