Hitchens writes with his familiar vigour and candour, and side-steps no issue. He remains staunch in his atheism and even-handed when discussing the various reactions of religious followers to his illness: from the vile assertion that Hitchens’s cancer was a judgement from God, to the compassion of close friends and distant followers, and the condescending “Pray for Hitchens” day. As a collection, Hitchens’s final essays are held together by their central theme of mortality and Hitchens’s own illness, and these final writings have been compiled sensitively. Hitchens's tone throughout shies away from sentimentality and engages the reader’s logical instincts far more than their emotional ones, but it is nevertheless hard to read about the discomfort suffered at the hands of the cancer, and Hitchens’s enforced subservience to the illness.
To read Hitchens in full flow as he attacks religious reactions to death and dying is a pleasure, but more impressive is his engagement with his own illness. Hitchens writes of not only his own desperate attempts to find a cutting-edge cure for himself, but also to add to the body of scientific knowledge for the benefit of humanity as a whole. These passages allow the reader the smallest of glimpses at the man behind the words, and while one is kept at arm’s length in some respects, there is great pleasure in darting, with Hitchens, around his spheres of interest; literature, politics, philosophy. One could live without the passage dismantling Nietzsche’s maxim that “What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger” – the most revealing element to this passage being that an erudite and intelligent man could ever have believed in this sentiment literally, but in truth there has always been a sense that Hitchens believed himself the most potent of humans, almost a super-human. Perhaps then, one can understand more deeply his inclusion of a small quote from T. S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
Hitchens was a divisive figure, but unarguably he was an engaging polemicist and wonderful speaker. This final entry in the Hitchens canon is an important one: an inverse of the final conversion, it commits for posterity the final months of a life lived to certain convictions, and the author’s steadfast refusal to deny or alter his beliefs in the face of death. To the end Hitchens remained a role-model; a dignified and intelligent life concluded in that vein.
Hitchens died on 15th December 2011. A true contrarian to the end, his wit and energy will be greatly missed.
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