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Nate Hochman
He filed a headline that read like a dare - "Conservatism in 2021 means radicalism" - and spent the next four years living it out across a magazine, a campaign, and a Senate office.
He filed a headline that read like a dare - "Conservatism in 2021 means radicalism" - and spent the next four years living it out across a magazine, a campaign, and a Senate office.
A 27-page Senate ethics filing is not where most magazine writers end up. Nate Hochman got there fast. In February 2025 he turned up on Capitol Hill as a policy adviser to Eric Schmitt, the Missouri senator - a role that hands the argument back to the person who used to just make it in print. He spends his days where the New Right stops being a debate and becomes legislative language.
That is the trick of him. Most writers describe a movement from the outside. Hochman keeps stepping inside the thing he was describing - and then writing the next dispatch from there.
Colorado College does not produce many National Review staff writers. Hochman graduated in 2021 with a degree spanning political science and journalism, and by August of that same year he had a masthead job at the flagship magazine of the American right. There was no slow climb through alt-weeklies. He skipped it.
The essay that introduced him to a wider audience was titled "Conservatism in 2021 Means Radicalism." It argued that there was little left for conservatives to actually conserve, and that the only honest posture was to play offense. The line traveled. Within months he was being quoted in a New Republic cover story about the young intellectuals trying to remake the right, and cited in Dissent, the left's flagship quarterly, as a figure worth understanding.
Before the National Review job he had stacked the right fellowships: a summer at The College Fix, a Publius Fellowship at the Claremont Institute, time inside the Intercollegiate Studies Institute. These are the talent pipelines of the conservative movement, and he ran through them quickly. By 2022 he was a Claremont and ISI fellow and a speaker at the National Conservatism Conference in Miami, sharing a program with people two and three decades older.
His subject was almost recursive: he wrote about people his own age. What do conservatives under 30 actually believe? His answer was that they are less religious than their parents, more comfortable with state power, more interested in fighting than in being liked. He was, conveniently, a specimen of the thing he was reporting on.
Raised in a secular Jewish home and later identifying as Catholic, he embodied a pattern he kept describing - a right whose foot soldiers arrive without inherited faith but reach for tradition anyway. The personal and the political ran on the same track.
Then, in March 2023, he did the thing writers are usually warned against. He left the press box. He resigned from National Review to write speeches for Ron DeSantis's presidential campaign, trading the freedom of the byline for the discipline of a candidate's voice. The campaign let him go that July. By the next year he had landed at America 2100, a think tank founded by Marco Rubio's former chief of staff, Mike Needham, and was filing columns for The American Spectator. In 2025, the Senate.
The publication list is its own kind of argument. National Review and The American Conservative sit on different blocks of the right; City Journal is urban-policy wonkery; National Affairs is dense quarterly theory; the Claremont Review of Books is the house organ of West Coast Straussianism. A New York Times byline pulled him briefly outside the movement entirely. Most writers find one of these rooms and stay. He kept collecting keys.
That breadth is why both sides treated him as a tour guide. When the left wanted to understand what was happening among conservatives under 30, it didn't read a manifesto - it interviewed him. When the right wanted to flatter the same energy, it booked him too. The Acton Institute had him on to talk about "the intellectual energy of young conservatives." Independent Women's Forum ran a conversation on the future of "the post-religious right." The framing kept landing on the same word: young. He was the explainer who happened to be the same age as the thing being explained.
We have to think of ourselves as counterrevolutionaries or restorationists who are overthrowing the regime.
— Nate Hochman, on what he means by radicalismTo read Hochman is to get a field guide to the New Right - the loose 2020s cluster of writers, fellows, and operatives who decided the Reagan-era consensus had run out of road. It is more skeptical of free markets than the old fusionism, more willing to wield government against cultural opponents, and more interested in winning than in being thought respectable. He has been named, repeatedly and in print, as one of its representative voices.
The institutions in his resume are the scaffolding of that world. The Claremont Institute trains a generation in the idea that the American regime has been quietly replaced and needs restoring. The Intercollegiate Studies Institute funnels promising undergraduates toward conservative careers. The National Conservatism Conference - NatCon - is where the faction gathers to argue about nation, religion, and the limits of the market out loud. Hochman moved through all three before he could rent a car without a surcharge.
His recurring claim is that the young right is post-religious in fact even when it is traditionalist in aspiration. The pews are emptier than the rhetoric suggests; the appeal of order, hierarchy, and shared meaning persists anyway. He has described this not as a contradiction to be solved but as the actual emotional engine of the movement - a hunger for the structure that faith used to supply, routed instead through politics. Coming from a writer raised secular and drawn toward Catholicism, the diagnosis reads less like analysis than like autobiography.
The DeSantis detour fits the same logic. A writer who insisted conservatives had to stop merely commenting and start governing eventually went to help someone try to govern. It ended quickly and badly, and he was back to writing within a year. But the instinct - get off the sidelines, take the institutional risk - is the through-line of everything he's done. The Senate job is the latest and most durable version of it.
He built a beat out of asking what young conservatives believe, while being a textbook case of it. The reporting and the subject share a face.
Dissent's left-wing podcast "Know Your Enemy" gave him a full episode - "Young, Radical, and on the Right." Few writers let the opposition interview them at length.
Essayist, then speechwriter, then policy adviser. Each move trades the freedom of one job for the leverage of the next.
He landed a National Review staff job the same calendar year he finished his undergraduate degree.
Both the Acton Institute on the right and Dissent on the left built whole interviews around figuring out what he believes.
His career alternates between things that rarely mix: the byline and the backroom, essayist one year, campaign speechwriter the next.
The ambition isn't subtle: shape the direction of a younger, more combative right - and keep moving between writing the arguments and working inside the rooms that act on them. He's spent his twenties refusing to pick one. The page made him known. The Senate makes him useful. He seems to want both at once.
There's a reason the two halves rarely coexist. Writers prize independence; staffers trade it for proximity to power. The byline rewards the sharp, unhedged take; the policy memo rewards the workable compromise. Most people who try both end up choosing, because the skills pull in opposite directions and the audiences don't overlap. Hochman keeps declining the choice. He treats the magazine and the office as two settings on the same machine - one for sharpening an argument, the other for installing it - and toggles between them faster than most careers allow. Whether that restlessness is a strategy or just a temperament is the open question. Either way, the pattern is set early and clear: when the writing starts to feel like spectating, he goes looking for a room where the words turn into decisions, and then files his next dispatch from inside it.