He also became famous earlier in this decade for reasons other than his politics: he was a die-in-the-wool atheist--an interesting amalgamation with the morality that he so often displayed in his writing.
The following is from Christopher Buckley's eulogy of Hitchens in The New Yorker:
We were friends for more than thirty years, which is a long time but, now that he is gone, seems not nearly long enough. I was rather nervous when I first met him, one night in London in 1977, along with his great friend Martin Amis. I had read his journalism and was already in awe of his brilliance and wit and couldn’t think what on earth I could bring to his table. I don’t know if he sensed the diffidence on my part—no, of course he did; he never missed anything—but he set me instantly at ease, and so began one of the great friendships and benisons of my life. It occurs to me that “benison” is a word I first learned from Christopher, along with so much else.
Here is Hitchens at his best in a devastating critique of Frank Rich of The New York Times in the Claremont Review:
Mr. Frank Rich began his career as a theater critic: Broadway is his milieu. It comes naturally to him, perhaps, to conflate a world-historical calamity with a catchy tune from a subsequent smash-hit, and then to cleverly re-deploy the idea to ridicule "Shock and Awe." The problem is that his book is supposed to be a critique of showbiz values in public life. But, with its Hollywood-echo title, it is instead an example of how universal those very values have now become.Here is a link to most of Hitchens more recent essays at Slate.com. Although some his opinions were ultimately misguided, he brought discussion and debate to a much higher level. His writing and mind will most certainly be missed.
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