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Christopher Hitchens' final writings for Vanity Fair Posthumously Published
Anyone who has found this blog or reads it regularly has other, better things to read, and more often than not, the author of those words will be Christopher Hitchens. Whether detailing the majesty and necessity of Orwell, decrying the hypocrisies of figures like Henry Kissinger and Mother Teresa, or giving all of us the immaculate prose to enunciate our own logical non-beliefs better than all of us could combined, The Hitch had a way with words few could emulate and many adore. His final published essays for Vanity Fair have been compiled in a volume entitled "Mortality," and a touching review can be found here, by The Guardian's Alexander Linklater. As much as I want to read it, I've only just started digesting The Hitch, and it wouldn't feel right to start with his terminal works. Even in that short review, I'm struck dumb by the fear of disease taking away MY ability to write. If I imagine I had even an iota of Hitchens' skill with language, what a true terror that slow decomposition would be. But then, I also don't have Hitchens' notorious verve and vigor. I say "don't" rather than "didn't" because it just doesn't seem right to talk about The Hitch in the third person; at least, not when we he lives on in every word he's ever written.
You can pick up Mortality on Amazon.com.