Christopher Hitchens: Death of a Wasted Wordsmith
by
Gary North
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Christopher
Buckley, a conservative Catholic who writes excellent humor pieces,
was a friend of the liberal atheist Christopher Hitchens. He
has written a fine obituary for a talented waste of a man.
He says that
Hitchens wrote well. I have read little of Hitchens, so I will accept
this judgment. But Hitchens left behind little or nothing of lasting
substance. There is no great book associated with his name. There
are lots of well-written essays, but essays rarely survive the issue
of the magazine in which they are published. I speak from 45 years
of experience.
Because of
the Internet, bits and pieces of Hitchens' legacy will survive.
But who will read these already forgotten essays? Why? Old essays
are old news. Think of Samuel Johnson. He was one of the most gifted
and famous writers of his day. He is remembered only because James
Boswell a celebrity hound wrote a 1500-page
collection of snippets about him, and a few of the snippets
still get quoted.
Hitchens amused
the Left for decades. They liked him. But when he became a defender
of George Bush's Iraq war, he lost credibility in Left-leaning circles.
His brother
Peter is a conservative, an essayist, and a late convert to Christianity.
He is the author of The
Rage Against God: How Atheism Led Me to Faith. Christopher
wrote God
Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything. They were
born of a Jewish atheist mother who committed suicide, who did not
tell them of their roots. They became a Jacob-Esau pair in middle
age.
My familiarity
with Hitchens comes from a
series of debates he had with Rev. Doug Wilson. The issue: faith
in God. Wilson is a skilled debater. The debate is available on
DVD. You
can rent it for $3. Do.
Wilson repeatedly
confounded Hitchens with variations of two ethical questions: "As
a Darwinist, what are your criteria for deciding what is good and
what is evil? Why should anyone else believe in these criteria?"
Hitchens could not answer, other than to say he thinks people know
the difference, which is hardly a philosophically coherent answer.
At the end of the video, Hitchens and Wilson are in the back seat
of a car. Hitchens admits that if he could forever end Christianity,
he would not do it.
Every skeptic
has a problem: the corrosive effects of skepticism. Where does it
end? On what basis? Where does it lead to? How can men build a civilization
in terms of skepticism?
Hitchens had
a series of writing jobs. Unlike most authors, he could live by
his pen. But what was his calling? What was the most important thing
he could do in which he would have been most difficult to replace?
In our age, skeptics are a euro a dozen. He is gone. His friends
miss him. The public doesn't. He is easily replaceable. Clever skeptical
essays do not change people's lives. They at most reinforce the
readers' opinions. Or they amuse.
He drank too
much. He smoked too much. "It's the fags that'll get me in
the end, I know it." They did. He died of esophageal cancer.
He
showed no remorse.
Christopher
Hitchens is known as much for his hard-drinking, chain-smoking
lifestyle as he is for his controversial writings. But when asked
by Charlie Rose if he regrets having burned the candle so thoroughly
at both ends given that he has now been diagnosed with
esophageal cancer Hitchens was adamant: absolutely not.
"All
the time, I've felt that life is a wager and that I probably was
getting more out of leading a bohemian existence as a writer than
I would have if I didn't," he said in an interview that aired
Friday. "Writing is what's important to me, and anything
that helps me do that or enhances and prolongs and deepens
and sometimes intensifies argument and conversation is
worth it to me. So I was knowingly taking a risk. I wouldn't recommend
it to others"
"But
you would do it again?" Rose asked.
"Yes,
I think I would," Hitchens responded. "I've had to reflect
on this, of course, a lot recently, and trying to imagine doing
my life differently and not ending up mortally sick. But it's
impossible for me to imagine having my life without going to those
parties, without having those late nights...without that second
bottle."
The man wasted
his gifts. He died at age 62. Careers like his should stand as warnings
to the rest of us. Talent is not enough.
December
19, 2011
Gary
North [send him mail]
is the author of Mises
on Money. Visit http://www.garynorth.com.
He is also the author of a free 20-volume series, An
Economic Commentary on the Bible.
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