Posts Tagged "Christopher Hitchens"

Christopher Hitchens: an impossible act to follow

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Watch the video that documentarian Alex Gibney presented at today’s Christopher Hitchens memorial

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Wearing badass shades in Romania:

Happy 63rd birthday, Christopher Hitchens.

Photograph from the collection of Christopher Hitchens.

Bill Maher Shows A Montage Of The Best Christopher Hitchens Moments On Real Time


The Immortal Rejoinders of Christopher Hitchens

Vanity FairIn our video homage, the late, great journalist and cultural critic, a longtime contributing editor to Vanity Fair, says that “one wouldn’t be doing one’s job if one didn’t itch to prick.” View a mere sampling of his brilliant ripostes.

Forced Merriment: The True Spirit of Christmas →

Christopher Hitchens on why the Puritans found the holiday suspect—and we should, too

Mr. Hitchens, who died on Dec. 15, was a columnist for Vanity Fair and the author, most recently, of “Hitch-22: A Memoir” and “Arguably,” a collection of his essays. This is a previously unpublished essay commissioned by the Journal, an abridged version of which appears in the print edition of the Review section.

Hitchen's brother's eulogy, just posted on the DailyMail →


Peter Hitchens, conservative British columnist, is the polar opposite of his brother, Christopher. Peter has struggled for most of his adult life to escape the long dark shadow of his famous brother. Peter’s been quite successful. His “In Memoriam,” just posted on the Daily Mail, a conservative tab in the UK, is strikingly raw and unpolished - much unlike the majority of today’s obituaries.

Peter (as per usual) doesn’t hold his brother to pedestal. He doesn’t pay the typical high reverence to Hitch that mainstream writers have been doing today. True, Hitch commands, rather than deserves, their praises. Peter, on the other hand, writes with all of the confusion an that comes with loving a brother foremost, and jealously at least. Upon reflection of hearing the news on the radio, Peter wrote,

It is certainly raw. Last week I saw my brother for the last time in a fairly grim hospital room in Houston, Texas. He was in great pain, and suffering in several other ways I will not describe. But he was wholly conscious and in command of his wits, and able to speak clearly.

We both knew it was the last time we would see each other, though being Englishmen of a certain generation, neither of us would have dreamed of actually saying so.

Read “In Memoriam” here.

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Christopher Hitchens destroys David Berlinski’s assertion that the Nazi party was Darwinistic or in anyway secular.  


Without a doubt, this is our favorite freewheeling photograph of the late, great Christopher Hitchens, whose passing we can barely comprehend. So we turn to the words of Graydon Carter, who writes of this image in his touching memoriam:

“I once sent him out on a mission to break the most niggling laws still on the books in New York City. One such decree forbade riding a bicycle with your feet off the pedals. The photograph that ran with the column, of Christopher sailing a small bike through Central Park with his legs in the air, looked like something out of the Moscow Circus.”

Photograph by Christian Witkin.

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"Trial of the Will." — Christopher Hitchens, Vanity Fair →


However, one thing that grave illness does is to make you examine familiar principles and seemingly reliable sayings. And there’s one that I find I am not saying with quite the same conviction as I once used to: In particular, I have slightly stopped issuing the announcement that “Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”

In fact, I now sometimes wonder why I ever thought it profound. It is usually attributed to Friedrich Nietzsche: Was mich nicht umbringt macht mich stärker. In German it reads and sounds more like poetry, which is why it seems probable to me that Nietzsche borrowed it from Goethe, who was writing a century earlier. But does the rhyme suggest a reason? Perhaps it does, or can, in matters of the emotions. I can remember thinking, of testing moments involving love and hate, that I had, so to speak, come out of them ahead, with some strength accrued from the experience that I couldn’t have acquired any other way. And then once or twice, walking away from a car wreck or a close encounter with mayhem while doing foreign reporting, I experienced a rather fatuous feeling of having been toughened by the encounter. But really, that’s to say no more than “There but for the grace of god go I,” which in turn is to say no more than “The grace of god has happily embraced me and skipped that unfortunate other man.”

"Trial of the Will." — Christopher Hitchens, Vanity Fair

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