IF nothing else, David Frum’s tour of the “conservative” political landscape proves that he is a very talented writer. Dead Right† bounces along at an invigorating—but never too taxing—pace. Its arguments are studded with arresting little facts, its prose glitters with smartly turned phrases. Almost any one of the chapters in this book might have made a quite enjoyable and effective piece in a good magazine (as several of them already have). Dead Right is a book that deserves to be printed on glossy paper. It does not, however, add up to a book that will have much more interest in a year or two than a typical issue of last year’s New Republic or National Review.