Matthew Walther

I used to like George Kennan. Then I read his diaries

A review of The Kennan Diaries, edited by Frank Costiliogla. Has America ever produced a nastier, more snobbish bore?

George Kennan (right), Moscow, 1952 Photo: Getty

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