Saturday, December 17, 2011
I did not know Christopher Hitchens until he died. I had not read any of his works, nor seen any of his television appearances. Missed all his lectures, debates, and book signings. To me he was a cipher, a zero. Then he dies, and instantly there are obituaries everywhere, encomiums galore, sprouting like dandelions on a warm spring day. Such praise of a man I had not heard of before piqued my curiosity, and after reading laudation upon platitude I find him a kindred soul, but too late this recognition. Ah, but the printed word is nigh immortal, and I have a lot of reading to do to catch up with Christopher Hitchens. But I aim to try. To paraphrase someone else..."The world is a much more ignorant place now".