Reads like a Monody

24 April 2011 at 07:33 Leave a comment

Amis is obviously afraid that Hitchens is nearly gone.

An odd piece.  So constantly conflating the two of them.  As if Hitchens was the best part of Amis.  Apparently they even had children together, not separately:

4. In conclusion we move on to 1999, and by now Christopher and I have acquired new wives, and gained three additional children (making eight in all). It was mid-afternoon, in Long Island, and he and I hoped to indulge a dependable pleasure: we were in search of the most violent available film. In the end we approached a multiplex in Southampton (having been pitiably reduced to Wesley Snipes). I said, “No one’s recognised the Hitch for at least 10 minutes.”

Ten? Twenty minutes. Twenty-five. And the longer it goes on, the more pissed off I get. I keep thinking: What’s the matter with them? What can they feel, what can they care, what can they know, if they fail to recognise the Hitch?

Like it’s his own im/mortality at stake.


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Folds with Palmer avec Gaiman with Kulish Reyes Basoalto

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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.



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