A Hitch in Time: Writings from the London Review of Books

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President Kennedy went to the brink, as the saying invariably goes, over Cuba. I shall never forget where I was standing and what I was doing on the day he nearly killed me. (It was on the touchline, being forced to watch a rugby game, that I overheard some older boys discussing the likelihood of our annihilation.) … We were left to wonder how the adult world could be ready to gamble itself, and the life of all the subsequent and for that matter preceding generations, on a sordid squabble over a banana republic … I have changed my mind on a number of things since, including almost everything to do with Cuba, but the idea that we should be grateful for having been spared, and should shower our gratitude upon the supposed Galahad of Camelot for his gracious lenience in opting not to commit genocide and suicide, seemed a bit creepy. When Kennedy was shot the following year, I knew myself somewhat apart from this supposedly generational trauma in that I felt no particular sense of loss at the passing of such a high-risk narcissist. If I registered any distinct emotion, it was that of mild relief. Marco Bellochio's new film, Kidnapped (Rapito), tells the story of the Mortara case. In 1858, papal officials seized a six-year-old Jewish child from... Also in evidence is Hitchens’s unencumbered commitment to free speech. The most obvious example is “The Salman Rushdie Acid Test” (1994), itself a follow up to an earlier LRB essay, “Siding With Rushdie” (1989, collected in For the Sake of Argument ) . It was in these articles that Hitchens castigated establishment figures and postmodern cynics —“official and unofficial point missers”— who failed to take a stand against Ayatollah Khomeini’s attempt to hire assassins to kill the author of The Satanic Verses . (It was in these articles, too, that LRB critic David Runciman, writing in 2010, scented signs of the post-2002 unsafety: was not Hitchens’s stand a “dry run” for his response to 9/11?) Following on directly from this, Hitchens was then invited to a Falkland Islands Committee garden party at Lincoln’s Inn. He “asked if I might bring my father, who had himself briefly been stationed on this desolate archipelago”. Except for a fistful of Trotskyists, all those attending the rally in Lafayette Park last weekend were complaining of the financial cost of the war and implying that the problems of the Middle East were none of their concern. I found myself reacting badly to the moral complacency of this. Given the history and extent of US engagement in the region, some regard for it seems obligatory for American citizens. However ill it may sound proceeding from the lips of George Bush, internationalism has a clear advantage over the language of America First.

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Apart from this elbowy historical resonance — unknown to Hitchens, by the look of it — Hitch-22 mentions the Falklands, overtly, no fewer than three times (not bad in an extremely well-lived and well-travelled life!). In a traditional Indian wedding, the rituals not only unite two individuals, but establishes the bond between two families and their culture.The reception was a distinct success, if somehow quaint in its almost antique Englishness. I have often noticed that nationalism is at its strongest at the periphery [ahem]… but the loyalist atmosphere on the lawn that night, with a Navy band playing and ancient settler families inquiring after one another’s descendants, was of an unquestioning and profound and rooted kind that one almost never encountered in the rest of a declining and anxious Britain. It was a bit much even for Commander Hitchens, who privately thought the islands slightly absurd and probably undefendable [see?]. When the time came when his old Royal Navy was sinking and shattering the Argentine fleet, the cadet school of which was a training camp for torture and rape, I was one of the very few socialists to support Mrs. Thatcher and he was one of the very few Tories to doubt the wisdom of the enterprise. So it goes. Iraq is neither ethnically nor politically homogenous. If its infrastructure and psyche are badly torn, it has the recognised potential of becoming another Lebanon, with Sunni, Shia and Kurd making up for lost time. As with Lebanon also, neighbouring countries might interest themselves in the turmoil…Iran would be unlikely to resist the chance to break the stalemate of 1988. He was in the Big Apple — working for The Nation and hanging out with the “rather contrasting” East-End McNally restaurateur brothers — when the other shoe finally dropped.

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I forget how exactly his reasoning for the continued occupation went. Something about the 101st being the only bastion fighting for secular values, when the military was doing anything but that, whatever one said about those allayed against them (who were definitely religious but he didn't seem to ask why). While all eyes are on Gaza – where the death toll, according to the Hamas-run health ministry, has passed eight thousand – the ethnic cleansing in... Combining memoir, travel writing, and a wealth of unbelievably hilarious anecdotes, this autobiographical extravaganza chronicles the amazing early life of entertainer Andy Smart. Whether it’s running with the bulls in Pamplona, juggling with pig’s kidneys, drinking beer on the roof of a fast-moving train or living on the beach in Biarritz, Andy’s early life comprised a series of jaw-dropping feats and bizarre situations from which, amazingly, he emerged unscathed to hitchhike to another location and fight another day. The gentleman proceeded to give high praise to my speech. He underlined the fascistic nature of the junta and went on to call attention to its aggressive design on the Falkland Islands, where lived an ancient community of British farmers and fishermen. In 1978 this didn’t seem to be a geopolitical detail of any consuming interest, but I do remember agreeing with him that when challenged about its own depredations, the Argentine Right invariably tried to change the subject to the injustice of British possession of the Falklands.On their arrival they are welcomed and received by the bride’s family. In his travels with the barati the groom rides upon an elephant or a beautiful horse know as the Ghodi. The Ghodi is adorned with decorations and ornaments. As the Barati travels along with the groom there is singing, dancing and the excitement of the dholi drummer. Arriving in a Horse & Carriage on your wedding day is without doubt the most romantic experience you could wish for. If you’re looking for a beautiful horse, understatedly elegant carriages and a highly professional, gold medal service, look no further. Its your Special day…..Our service to you is as individual as your wedding day plans! We love being a part of your celebrations and tailor our services to your requirements with complete flexibility in the services we provide. Whether it be delivering the Bride or Groom to the church/venue, taking newlyweds to the reception, even for a short drive with the perfect opportunity for photographs ~ its your day!

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Yes, he was in office during the Bay of Pigs (he thought he was too new to stop that particular freight-train) but he put his foot down & refused to use the air force to save the invasion. And thereafter fired Allen Dulles (something UnHeard of) & vowed to smash the CIA into a thousand pieces. What we can say is that Hitch goes on to discuss how he learned from his dejected father — let go by his beloved Senior Service, denied a decent pension, emotionally adrift without the empire he’d long fought for —“what it is to feel disappointed and betrayed by your ‘own’ side”. Familiar bêtes noires – Kennedy, Nixon, Kissinger, Clinton – rub shoulders with lesser-known preoccupations: P.G. Wodehouse, Princess Margaret and, magisterially, Isaiah Berlin. Here is Hitchens on the (first) Gulf War and the ‘Salman Rushdie Acid Test’, on being spanked by Mrs Thatcher in the House of Lords and taking his son to the Oscars, on America’s homegrown Nazis and ‘Acts of Violence in Grosvenor Square’ in 1968.An airman is looking forward to completing his tour of duty and becoming a civilian. A gremlin sergeant ("Grogan, technical gremlin first class") accompanies him on the way to the discharge office, ostensibly to ensure the airman doesn't decide to re-enlist. The gremlin then presents a series of arguments that superficially suggest that civilian life is better, but cumulatively favor re-enlistment. At the end, the airman re-enlists. But there is also a passage that might have served as dire council to the George W. camp in 2002, whose words Hitchens ought to have shouted into a few ears, while he had them: Two children meet an eccentric professor and help test drive his erratic time machine. Show full synopsis The bay of Elefsina, the modern name for ancient Eleusis, is a graveyard for ships named after gods and nymphs. I’m not allowed to say which ones,...

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With consummate irony, there’s been a “major” outbreak of Covid in Stanley (50+ cases, currently; none requiring the hospital) the week before all remaining travel/quarantine regulations were scheduled to be finally lifted. Hey ho. Arthur Schlesinger insists that neither he nor Henry Kissinger has ‘any recollection’ of that evening at the Harvard International Seminar. How I wish I could have overheard the ponderous discussion during which these two men, both congested by a lifetime of apologetics, agreed on this now classic line of defence. ‘Statements allegedly made nearly forty years ago’ cannot be expected to be remembered by such busy fellows, who are not too busy to recall with crystal­line clarity that they would certainly have denied making them. So it goes. I sympathise with Schlesinger almost as much as with Mervyn Jones in this instance, because the task of keeping pace with his own protean story is indeed a daunt­ing one. Wolfe is “safe” territory: glib conservative humorist sends up naive sixties idealists but misses the obvious “snigger potential” at Reaganite tables. Desert Storm ought to have been “safe”, too — the LRB would presumably have liked more in this antiwar vein throughout the 2000s — but on close inspection some of the post-2002 “trouble” was brewing in Hitchens’s disdain for the isolationism of America’s antiwar leftists circa 1991: As matters worsen, Hitchens suffers and suffers and refuses to be defined by it all. His last words were “Capitalism . . . downfall.” Hitchens went to his grave arguing outlandish positions, declining to bow before death’s tyranny. A few days earlier Hitchens had made the decision to “make the crossing,” as Amis puts it, like this: “Christopher was as usual being prodded and tested and shifted and hoisted, and he said (in a very forceful tone), ‘That’s enough. No more treatment now. Now I want to die.’ ” Amis, hearing about this, flew down to Houston. By the time he got there Hitchens had curled up into a fetal position and averted his face from the many guests in the room. “I went straight to him and kissed his cheek and said in his ear, ‘Hitch, it’s Mart, and I’m at your side.’ ” Hitchens’s wife (Carol Blue), his three children, two other relatives, and another friend were present. Death arrived the way it should, in a room full of loved ones. Amis had to be coaxed away from the corpse by Blue, who would have delighted her husband with her post-mortem unsentimentality. After “the continuously undulating line at the base of the heart monitor, like a childish representation of a wavy sea, stretched itself out into a dead calm,” the freshly minted widow paused hardly a moment before she started collecting her things. “Come on. There’s nothing there now,” she told Amis. “There’s nothing in it any more. It’s just—rubbish.” At a public event many years later, Hitchens said that one of his main reasons for leaving London for Washington DC in the early 1980s had been British libel law, which ‘makes journalism almost impossible … The person bringing a lawsuit in Britain (many of them tried it on me when I was there) has only to prove their reputation has been damaged or that their feelings have been hurt. They don’t have to prove what I say is not true … it’s a secular form of a blasphemy law.’

If you can get over the wonderful Pat Troughton being a time traveler who isn't Doctor Who driving a time machine that isn't the TARDIS then this is the nostalgia filled British overactathon for you! In my album of things that seem to make life pointful and worthwhile, and that even occasionally suggest… that there could be a long arc in the moral universe that slowly, eventually bends towards justice, this would constitute an exceptional entry.” He proceeds to remind the reader of the “talismanic” name of Jacobo Timerman, one-time editor of Argentina’s La Opinion newspaper (“a vivid example of the great tradition of secular Jewish dissent”). He also points out Timerman’s own memoir, Prisoner Without a Name, Cell Without a Number, which “clothed in living, hurting flesh” the disgusting reputation of the junta regime, a sub-species of “radical evil, that spanned a whole subcontinent” and defiled the highest offices of a supposedly modern and civilised state.