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The new world lasted 19 months. During this time of what he called "living dyingly," he insisted ferociously on living, and his constitution, physical and philosophical, did all it could to stay alive. Christopher was aiming to be among the 5 to 20 percent of those who could be cured. The odds depended on what doctor we talked to and how they interpreted the scans.

Without ever deceiving himself about his medical condition, and without ever allowing me to entertain illusions about his prospects for survival, he responded to every bit of clinical and statistical good news with a radical, childlike hope. His will to keep his existence intact, to remain engaged with his preternatural intensity, was spectacular. Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday, and I watched with awe as he organized, even as he was sick from the effects of the chemotherapy, a grand family gathering in Toronto with all his children and his father-in-law on the eve of an important debate with Tony Blair about religion.

This was an occasion orchestrated by a man who told me in the hotel suite that night that this would probably be his last Thanksgiving.

He made a party of it, transforming the sterile, chilly, neon-lighted, humming and beeping and blinking room into a study and a salon. His artful conversation never ceased. The constant interruptions: The poking and prodding, the sample taking, the breathing treatments, the IV bags being changed—nothing kept him from holding court, making a point or an argument or hitting a punch line for his "guests.

He was always asking for and commenting on another newspaper, another magazine, another novel, another review copy. We stood around his bed and reclined on plastic upholstered chairs as he made us into participants in his Socratic discourses. One night he was coughing up blood and was wheeled into the ICU for a hastily scheduled bronchoscopy.

I alternated between watching over him and sleeping in a convertible chair. We lay side by side in our single beds. At one point we both woke up and started burbling like children at a sleepover party.

At the time, this was the best it was going to get. When he came to following the bronchoscopy, after the doctor told him the trouble in his windpipe was not cancer but rather pneumonia, he was still intubated but avidly scribbling notes and questions about every conceivable subject.

I saved the pages of paper on which he wrote his side of the conversation. There are sweet-nothings and a picture he drew on the top of the first page and then:. Nietzsche, Mencken and Chesterton books. Plus all random bits paper… Maybe in one hold-all bag. Look in the drawers! Bedside, etc. Up and downstairs. That night a dear family friend arrived from New York and was in the room when, in one of his nocturnal interludes of wakefulness and energy, Christopher flashed an open, wide smile around the tube still running down his throat and wrote on his clipboard:.

I'm staying here [in Houston] until I'm cured. And then I'm taking our families on a vacation to Bermuda. The next morning, after they took the tube out, I came into his room to find him smiling, his foxlike grin on me. But he was hooked on America as a year-old when he visited on a student visa and tried unsuccessfully to get a work permit.

In October , on a half-promise of work from the Nation, he left for the US. It was the making of his career: Americans have always had a weakness for plummy voiced, somewhat raffish Englishmen who pepper their writing and conversation with literary and historical allusions. He became the Nation's Washington correspondent, contributing editor of Vanity Fair from , literary essayist for Atlantic Monthly, a frequent contributor to the New York Review of Books and a talking head on innumerable cable TV shows.

He authored 11 books, co-authored six more, and had five collections of essays published. The targets included Kissinger, Clinton and Mother Teresa "a thieving fanatical Albanian dwarf" ; his books on Orwell, Thomas Jefferson and Thomas Paine were more positive, and less widely noticed. His most successful book, which brought him international fame beyond what Susan Sontag called "the small world of those who till the field of ideas", was God Is Not Great, a mocking indictment of religion which put him alongside Richard Dawkins as a leading enemy of the devout.

Hitchens was also, to his great pleasure, a liberal studies professor at the New School in New York and, for a time, visiting professor at Berkeley in California, as well as a regular on the public lecture and debate circuit. Hitchens loved what he called "disputation" — there was little difference between his public and private speaking styles — and America, a more oral culture than Britain's, offered ample opportunity. When his final break with the left came, it seemed to some as though the pope had announced he was no longer a Catholic.

His support for Bush's war in Iraq — which he never retracted — and his vote for the president in , were even bigger shocks, and some suspected a psychological need, as the first male Hitchens never to wear uniform, to prove his manhood. But Hitchens, in many respects a traditionalist, was never a straightforward lefty.

He abstained in the UK's election, admitting he secretly favoured Thatcher and hoped for an end to "mediocrity and torpor". He supported, albeit belatedly, the first Gulf war, demanded Nato intervention in Bosnia, and refused to sign petitions against sanctions on Saddam Hussein's Iraq.

Hitchens, though, did not deny he had changed. He became, if truth be told, a bit of a blimp and ruefully remarked — with the quiet self-irony that often underlay his bombastic style — that he sometimes felt he should carry "some sort of rectal thermometer, with which to test the rate at which I am becoming an old fart".

But, he insisted, he wasn't making a complete about-turn. Though no longer a socialist, he was still a Marxist, and an admirer of Lenin, Trotsky and Che Guevera; capitalism, the transforming powers of which Marx recognised, had proved the more revolutionary economic system and, politically, the American revolution was the only one left in town. He remained committed to civil liberties.

After voluntarily undergoing waterboarding, he denounced it as torture, and he was a plaintiff in a lawsuit against Bush's domestic spying programme. He never let up in his "cold, steady hatred … as sustaining to me as any love" of all religions. Other things were unchanging. Hitchens's life was full of feuds with old friends. He broke with the Clinton aide Sidney Blumenthal who, before a congressional committee, denied spreading calumnies about Monica Lewinsky.

Hitchens, earning himself the sobriquet "Snitchens", signed affidavits testifying that Blumenthal had, in his hearing, indeed smeared the president's lover.

His rightwing brother, Peter, also a journalist, was put on non-speakers for several years after revealing a pro-red joke that Christopher once made in private.

But his friendship with Amis never wavered. Amis, in turn, spoke of "a love whose month is ever May" and described his friend as a rhetorician of such distinction that "in debate, no matter what the motion, I would back him against Cicero, against Demosthenes".

Hitchens's love affairs with alcohol and tobacco were equally constant. He smoked heavily, even on public occasions and even on TV, long after the habit — for everyone else — became unacceptable. He was also a media personality, an orator, and critic whose work in the area of literature, religion, and social critiquing gained fame for him in different parts of the world.

With both English and American citizenship, he had already had more than 30 books which he had written, co-authored, or edited. By the time of his death in , he was aged He was brought up alongside his younger brother Peter Jonathan Hitchens, both of whom had never enjoyed a good relationship. Peter is also a media personality. Eric would later join the HMS Jamaica and contribute in the sinking of the Scharnhorst German battleship, a contribution his son would always be proud of.

As a kid growing up, his family always moved from place to place as a result of the career of his father with the Navy. By , he had already graduated with a third-class degree. He grew up in a Christian home and was even sent to Christian boarding schools but he would later come to become an atheist with his back strongly against the church and religion.

With not the best relationships with his father as he grew, his mother had always been there for him but would much later leave his father for a devotee of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi who was once an Anglican minister, Timothy Bryan. The two killed themselves in after they overdosed on sleeping pills in what was said to be a suicide pact. This happened when Christopher was 24, and it is said to be one of the subconscious fuel burning his hate for religion.

He developed an interest in politics quite early and in , he joined the Labour Party only to be expelled two years later. He started his career as a journalist with the International Socialism magazine as a correspondent. Next, he worked with the Times Higher Education Supplement in as a social science correspondent. Although he has achieved much in his journalistic endeavor, he is more regarded for his work as a writer. When he was promoting his memoir Hitch in , the prolific writer was rushed to the hospital after he suffered a severe pericardial effusion.

It was later discovered that he was suffering from esophageal cancer. He lost his battle to the disease in when he died at the age of 62 and his body was donated to medical research according to his wish. Christopher Hitchens sunk in more than four decades of his life writing books on different things.

He published books as a sole author and also in collaboration with others. Apart from books, Hitches has also published pamphlets and other materials. This was followed by his Memoir in , Hitch Some Confessions and Contradictions: A Memoir and then his last work which was posthumously published in , Mortality.

According to Hitchens, he was bisexual in his younger days. He claimed that when he was in the University, he got into two sexual relationships with men who were also students at the time. Although he did not reveal their names, he said they were Tori ministers when Margaret Thatcher was Prime Minister. However, he later only dated women, marrying twice in his lifetime.