War and the Intellectuals, in a tiresome, repetitive, and half-hearted approach to argument, reveals its intent and poses questions for discussion in a manner I found little more than tedious. The late Randolph Bourne, one of the “great” analytical minds of the early modern era, ropes his readers in with promises of intelligent discussion of taboo societal issues before utilizing his platform as a slogfest ranting ground. War and the Intellectuals rarely manages to keep one’s without one paragraph after another regarding the abandonment of social sense. What Bourne’s close-minded view of the world contributes to is far less a “conservative” view of the world and akin to a hateful fearmongering of foreign ideas. On one hand, I was entranced by the fanciful language that comes standard with the literature of this era. Initially, these provocative ideas accompanied by such language drew me in with high hopes, however, it soon becomes apparent that Bourne’s writing style remains the only saving grace of this body of work. Modern readers of War and the Intellectuals will feel isolated by the downright putrid ideas concocted by men of the past, for example, an essay-long spout denouncing socialist viewpoints. While one may process and interpret each passage the way they see fit, I simply could not keep up with the wearisome tangents from the close-minded Randolph Bourne. For all these reasons, I woefully warn against delving deeper into War and the Intellectuals, apart from those looking to be shocked at the disgustingly idiosyncratic morals of a writer from time long past.