It is a good gift of God that we, who for one reason or another are hearing what the new atheists are saying, are not subjected to a procession of humorless Richard Dawkins clones. Christopher is, most likely, the only new atheist whose memoirs wouldn’t make a most suitable insomnia medicine. I’ve really come to enjoy Christopher’s wit and incisive style of writing, and this book is no exception.
If you are interested in literature, socialism, communism, the new left, foreign policy, 60′s counter culture, Cuba, etc., you will find a lot of really interesting things here. I certainly did! Literature is very prominent throughout, though political involvement probably has a more explicit role in the unfolding of this narrative. Though Hitchens has a long history with socialist activism and anti-war sentiment, it is clear that (even though he claims to be still following the same principles) he has changed a lot since then and now is a supporter of the Iraq war, for instance. I find the tension between his past and present positions, and the way he combines a fairly positive view of his past involvements and a negative view of people who are basically continuing the same principles he used to hold, to be fairly puzzling. I guess its part of his charm and he probably intends for some of this sort of irony.
I can’t say I can agree or sympathize with him on certain things, but then again, he’s a contrarian, everybody is going to find something to disagree with here. I must at this point also say that this book is not for everyone. There are a few quite crude parts and many of the references to events and people of the last 50 or 100 years would simply go over the head of most people. That said, for the right reader, this books has a great deal of appeal. Hitchens has produced a fascinating memoir, worth reading if you really want to know about him. I certainly enjoyed it!
One might expect me, one who worships the God that Hitchens derides, to dismiss or bash his memoirs. Far from it. This intriguing man, whether he confesses it or not, has proven he is living in God’s world and his brilliance exudes something of a man who has been endowed with marvelous gifts. I’m thankful to God that Hitchens doesn’t write as though he is a bag of bouncing atoms. And I’m also thankful that Hitchens, in his curious statements towards the end indicates he’s in a battle with relativism (though I’m still waiting to see what absolutes he has to battle relativism with).
