I am not well read on Christopher Hitchens, and I find his support of the Iraq War inexplicable, but on the other hand he had the nerve to take on Mother Theresa.
Are they sipping tea together somewhere on the edge of eternity, or is there a space large enough in collective memory that spirits can rest, or unrest?
He suffered a terrible final illness with grace and without self-pity. Not so unusual, but a fine example to leave us. He was a passionate and compulsive writer– of his many vices, most of all addicted to the word.
Here’s a link to my minister, who posted one of Christopher Hitchens’ bravest moments, on the waterboard.
BBC has a nice eulogy.
Nomi posted a nice link to one of Christopher Hitchens’ best sayings, on the difference between dogs and cats.