What offended me about Noah's column was his assertion that Buckley had left nothing of literary merit behind other than God and Man at Yale. To me, a bald assertion of that sort is exactly the kind of throwaway bunk that makes much opining difficult to read.
Nothing but God and Man at Yale of lasting value? What about The Unmaking of a Mayor? That's a much quoted and much remembered election tale. What about Stained Glass? A classic in the spy novel genre. What about Nearer My God? Sure to be read by those interested in Catholic piety for a long time to come.
Those are just the books I feel certain about. I'm sure readers and other contributors could think of others.