Christopher Hitchens died last night, due to complications from esophageal cancer. He was the most enjoyable spitfire in international journalism, a spectacular essayist (even when one doesn't agree with a single word), and a world class drinker.
Andrew Sullivan shares hours of thoughts on his blog.
Christopher Buckley writes about their unlikely friendship.
Slate has a collection of his columns.
Here's a lecture he gave on drinking correctly.
I'm travelling right now with family and am struggling to access words that will capture my sadness at his departure. The last of his essays has been written. Thank you, Christopher. If there is another life, I'm sure you have gotten over that surprise and promptly taken to causing trouble and drinking well.