The Wall Street Journal
A Wit Rages Before the Abyss
By Henry Allen
The proof that there is no afterlife is that Christopher Hitchens is not sending us columns, essays, books, perversities, aperçus and polemics from it.
The closest we have so far is the 104 pages of "Mortality." He wrote them while knowing that he would die soon of esophageal cancer, which he did last Dec. 15, at the age of 62. Not a word from him since.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10000872396390444812704577605110400199868.html
The Guardian
Mortality by Christopher Hitchens – review
By Colm Tóibín
He was the best company in the whole world; he had read widely and because he was an industrious man and filled with curiosity, he hoped to read much more. He would stay up late drinking and talking, moving with judicious and delicious care from the large questions of the day to the small sweet business of invective, anecdotes and gossip.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/aug/31/mortality-christopher-hitchens-review
The New York Times/Sunday Book Review
Staying power
By Christopher Buckley
Christopher Hitchens began his memoir, “Hitch-22,” on a note of grim amusement at finding himself described in a British National Portrait Gallery publication as “the late Christopher Hitchens.” He wrote, “So there it is in cold print, the plain unadorned phrase that will one day become unarguably true.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/02/books/review/mortality-by-christopher-hitchens.html
Big Think
Book Of The Month
By Nick Clairmont
We are pleased but saddened to introduce our third book of the month: Mortality by Christopher Hitchens. The posthumous book represents the last work of the great journalist, polemicist, and thinker.
http://bigthink.com/book-of-the-month/book-of-the-month-mortality-by-christopher-hitchens
BOOKFORUM
The Last Word
By Jeff Sharlet
Mortality, a posthumous collection of Christopher Hitchens’s short essays on living with terminal esophageal cancer—“a distinctly bizarre way of ‘living,’” he emphasizes, “lawyers in the morning and doctors in the afternoon”—is an odd little book, neither fully a cancer memoir nor a meditation on the meanings we attribute to the disease.
http://bookforum.com/inprint/019_03/10034
