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Author: Christopher Hitchens / Hardcover / 106 Pages / Book is published 2012-09-01 by Atlantic Books

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      Always controversial and never afraid to offend

      ~What does a writer do when he's dying? He writes - of course~

      I am rather ashamed that I didn't discover Christopher Hitchens until it was in many respects 'too late'. I had read reviews of some of his books and I knew he was someone I 'ought' to read but I just hadn't got round to doing so. Sadly I hadn't realised what I was missing until he was already dead - passing away in December 2011 to a flurry of critical acclaim and much praise for a life that was cut short but always well lived. Hitchens himself would no doubt have realised that there's no better publicity for a writer than his own death though it's not a technique from which the author can hope to benefit. Strange as it will no doubt seem, I decided to spend Boxing Day morning reading his final work, 'Mortality', a collection of his essays written whilst he was receiving treatment for cancer of the oesophagus and its spread to other parts of his body.

      I know what you're probably thinking - that's not exactly a festive read - but that doesn't mean it's not a good one. Hitchens was one of the great intellectual writers of his generation who combined a cutting wit and impeccable talent for research with prose that's always very readable and frequently very funny. "Not too many laughs in this one" you could be forgiven for thinking - but actually, you'd be incorrect. It's a wise and brave man who can crack jokes with his medical team, joke with the phlebotomist who can't find a vein and never waver in his beliefs and convictions. Hitchens was famously atheist in his views and the reader who knows that will almost inevitably start this book with some sense of wondering how he's going to deal with knowing that he's about to meet his maker - or rather NOT. There's an old saying that there are no atheists on the front line in a war zone or in the oncology department so how will this most extreme 'auto de fe' (trial of faith - or rather trial of lack of faith) be met by someone whose canon of work includes such titles as his 2007 bestseller 'God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything'?

      The book starts with an introduction from Graydon Carter, a friend and colleague of Hitchens who worked with him at Vanity Fair. At the other end of the book we have an afterward from his wife, Carol Blue. Sandwiched between are Hitchens' thoughts on his situation and the response of others to his illness. Since his death, it seems all of Hitchens' books get a foreword and most an afterword too. I'm not sure if the publishers feel they need to 'pad out' his typically concise books with a bit more word count or if we're just in the stage of his 'afterlife' that still requires some homage be paid to this late, lamented writer.

      ~Life's greatest hangover~

      As a man who had a prodigious appetite for life, for alcohol and for tobacco, Hitchens opens his book by telling us "I had more than once in my time woken up feeling like death". However in June 2010 he woke up feeling so bad that he could hardly reach the phone and call for help. When the medical team turned up they started what he called "a very gentle and firm deportation, taking me from the country of the well across the stark frontier that marks off the land of malady". He will soon discover his future lies in the strange land of 'Tumorville'. By the time his cancer - the same type which had killed his father at a more expectable age of seventy-nine - had been identified, he was just sixty one years old and a self-designated 'finalist' in life's great race.

      When you are as controversial a figure as Hitchens was, it's inevitable that some people will take a less than charitable attitude to your illness. He soon comes to realise just how much some people think he has got what he deserved. One website provides the question:

      "Who else feels Christopher Hitchens getting throat cancer (sic) was God's revenge for him using his voice to blaspheme him?"

      Nice people, some of those Christians but not too good at biology if they don't know that the oesophagus isn't the throat, but we're splitting hairs. He's condemned to HELLFIRE and an eternity of torture which is the kind of hollow threat that almost by definition can't really scare an atheist. He wonders if God exists why he'd bother with cancer and not just show his displeasure with a big bolt of lightning to the bad guys and if he DOES dish out cancer, how come it's shared about between the good and the bad? Reassuringly (perhaps) he also finds online religious groups encouraging their members to pray for Hitchens which is rather nice of them but again, not a lot of comfort to the non-believer. And then he wonders how might he feel if he DID beat the cancer and then all the people who'd prayed for him claimed that it had worked. "That would be somehow irritating", he muses. A classic case of damned if you do and damned if you don't.

      ~Lessons to be learned~

      Unwanted advice comes in for criticism too and anyone who has had any personal experience with cancer will recognise his thoughts. Everyone should read this part - and then read it again. Nobody with cancer wants your advice - honestly, keep it to yourself. Keep your macrobiotic diets, your aloe vera and chakra healing and stick them with all your tales of 'someone you know who knew someone whose friend had such-and-such a cancer that cleared up remarkably after a bit of holy water or a herbal supplement'. At one point we learn of a discussion he had with a lady (I use the term lightly) who came to a book signing and told him how sorry she was to hear of his illness and then told him that her cousin died of cancer but "Of course, he was a lifelong homosexual....and his whole immediate family disowned him". Unless someone wants to talk to him about absolutely exactly what he's got, he's just not interested at all. If you remember only one thing from this review, make it that. Shut up about other people's cancers when you're talking to people who have something else. In return, he suggests that the cancer patient should remember that "the question "How are you?" doesn't put you on your oath to give a full or honest answer."

      Well worth a read is his examination and total debunking of Nietzsche's assertion (if it was indeed him as popular history suggests) that "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger". Clearly it's not the case for Hitchens as successive rounds of treatment leave him weaker than a kitten and he's somewhat comforted by the thought that Nietzsche himself got syphilis which led to dementia and paralysis which "...cannot possibly...be said to have made him stronger". As the book (and his treatment) progress, he's very honest about just how horrible things are, how much everything hurts and how the only remaining joy is spending time with friends. As death comes closer he turns to favourite poetry and quotations to illustrate how he is feeling. As he gets sicker people start being nice and he reflects he's had "so many tributes that it also seems that rumors of my LIFE have also been greatly exaggerated". His final chapter is little more than incomplete thoughts, a sort of check list of things he intends to follow up on, parts of sentences and final reflections. Will he outlive the expiration date of his AMEX card? Should he convert to religion because "it's better that a believer dies than that an atheist does"? It's clear as we work through these notes that he's near the end, that the energy needed to think clearly has exceeded what he can cope with.

      ~RIP Christopher Hitchens~

      And then finally it's all over. That's not a plot spoiler, its an inevitability. After 19 months of "living dyingly" Christopher Hitchens died on 15th December, 2011. Gone but very clearly not forgotten

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        Hitchens, a mastermind in debating

        Mortality - Christopher Hitchens
        Publishing House: Twelve
        Date: Sept 2012
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        Blair Hitch Project

        Memoirs are like buses when it comes to Christopher Hitchens - you get three all at once - 'Hitch 22' - 'Arguably' and 'Mortality'. The book 'Mortality' coming more quickly than he expected, for the prolific polemicist and journalist, who famously stated he'd like to stare death in the face, as, quoted in the book 'Hitch 22' - prompting a corpulent response from his lively critics - who'd learned not to debate on stage with such a highly tuned intellectual mind. Those whom did prod the 'Hitchens hornets nest', included the devote Catholic Tony Blair, on November 26th 2010; it was known as the 'The Monk Debate'... 'Is religion a force for good?' The physically diseased and frail Hitchens bravely mounted an eloquent attack against Blair's stalwart beliefs. Under great effort Hitchens gasped to a mesmerised crowded lecture theatre with immense wit, theatricals, and sublime debating skill. It was so one-sided, the debate is known as; 'Blair 0 Hitchens 1'. A nightmare scenario for Blair's delusions, the 'Blair Hitch Project' is closer to the truth - Blair claimed miracles, as Hitch needed a miracle. Ye-es, this was Christopher's swan song. Armed with a glass of water and allowed frequent intervals to catch his breath - Hitchens at his sharpest; indeed, it took its physical toll. 'Mortality' emulates same tenacity in its 104 pages. Far removed from J. J. Adams 'living dead' script, 'Mortality' is lively, full of anecdotal medical dramas, concerning bodily functions slowly failing, as his esophagus cancer goes forth and multiplies.

        Mortality

        'Mortality' is neither for the squeamish nor for the overtly religion orientated, nor for the holiday reader who purely reads a Sophie Kinsella as the sun-rays gives skin a pruning - Not that Hitchens doesn't tap into frivolous human nature - because all human nature is frivolous, quirky, at differing levels of self indulgence. Hitchens is no exception. Any form is conceived to the reader as mild witticism, quite allowed for a dying raconteur who'd been dying for a year and a half. He was at his happiest while gnawing on an issue - musing, being amusing, simultaneously. 'Mortality' has sporadic moments of amusement, highlighted via his own morbidity, his body succumbing to the inevitable - documenting a polemicist's death is an admirable task, let alone a strenuous activity as he now has to actively plug-in his hands and connect it to his brain and see what happens. Understandably the reader absorbs the content with sympathy rather than seek out provocation, which he is known for. Obviously, the provocation is evident - without doubt the worse religion is Islam he gravely states. 'Mortality' isn't written by a 'Ghost-writer' - (I'm getting ahead of myself here) - this is Hitchens fading away; his words are notably philosophical as his time nears. Those of you who read 'Vanity Fair' may've dipped into large extracts of 'Mortality', prior to the slim book being published. This is a type of honorary symbol of 'bowing out' for a journalist - a form of 'over and out', a vanity farewell - Albeit vanity is a locked shell when you're bald, gaunt and you learn the art of illness discretion. Self amusement may engineer a smirk after the discreet act of vomiting had been achieved and a pink tinge of health appears on the cheek, next to a bead of perspiration. "You're looking well", is exclaimed. "You should've seen me five minutes ago; I was truly swell".

        'Any extract could be deemed large, considering the length of my last book-length book'.

        The announcement of the 'C' word instills a profound response from intellectuals, family and friends. They are incredibly nice to you, can't do enough for you. The giver plagues you with gifts, flowers if you are female and music if your not. They assume you've time to listen, Hitchens has spent his life listening, righting the wrongs, chewing the fat with a Scotch in his hands to tap - but you're far too busy being gravely ill, writing three memoirs, learning the art of being discreetly ill while offloading dwindling wisdom to followers, propped up like a mythological entity, croaking out prophecies. If death is near, the life of a polemist gets hectic - Squeezing every drop of time out - staring death in the face - hanging onto every word; the voyeurs jot it down, as if it is from the Holy Grail. The more fragmentary the script the more the followers decipher over the content's meaning. Low and behold a few booby-traps are let loose on publication - one being - "If I convert it's because it's better a believer dies than that an atheist does". Every story needs a twist, the more profound the better. A wisecrack comment to the last, even in the most compromising of health. One of the endearing observations of Hitchens the social commentator who spent decades sampling religions as if they were brands of Scotch - is his eagerness to write more on his foes, Kissinger, Clinton to name a couple, yet he won't get another chance to pour more disgrace on already written 'Kissinger's Trial and Clinton's Lies', before he says his good byes. The problem with death is - it is so final. The last bit of sand in the egg-timer seems to quicken up, the realisation of possible pre-mature extinction embarked just as 'Hitch 22' hit the big-time - A bitter sweet pill - and a myriad to follow for the next year and a half as each treatment and theory plagued the dwindling life of Hitchens.

        Odious twits and tweets.

        Behind every successful polemist is a long line of vile 'tweets'; embellishing ritual verse that requires no interactive advertisements - when it comes to polemists they come no bigger than Christopher Hitchens - All acerbating, directed to Hitchens is a testament to his success in portraying atheism as a recognised religion. Such vile repulsion only pleases him - starts his motor - getting ready for trouble, as he puts it and his eloquent tone delicately changes to an English gent with a mischievous glint in his eye. Spoken concisely with deadly accurate one-liners - There is no need for repetition, like many writers systematically do to pad out books. Only lies are said more than once, in an attempt to convince themselves and others. Write, and communicate as if you're in a conversation: as depicted in his book 'Letters to a Young Contrarian'. For Hitchens the pain in his hands and arms was relentless, alas he continued to write, he was afraid to unplug his hand from his cortex, by doing so the last published chapter in 'Mortality' conveys a mishmash of ideas, philosophies from the heart of Hitchens. The ideas are fighting to get to print, regardless of Hitchens consciousness - Recommended for all aspiring radicals.

        "Radicalism is humanism or it is nothing: the proper study of mankind is man and the ability to laugh is one of the faculties that defines the human and distinguishes the species from other animals". Christopher Hitchens (1949 - 2011)

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