Because Our Fathers Lied

November 13, 2011

Remembering our veterans and reflecting on the glorious ambiguity of Rudyard Kipling's war poetry.
By Christopher Hitchens

I spent much of this weekend, as I often do this time of year, confining myself to writing and thinking about Rudyard Kipling. This may seem like a pretentious thing to be saying, but if you care about war and peace and justice and life and death, then he is an inescapable subject. The same is true if you care about modern English literature, which for no less inescapable reasons is intimately bound up with the great catastrophe of mortality that overcame British families between August 1914 and November 1918.

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Anonymous said...

I simply said before that I appreciate your adding some nuance to the Kipling lore, as I never trusted the dismissal of him, by graying New Lefties in the professoriat, asa mere jingo. Also, I appreciate your efforts to articulate modern Atheism, as they have emboldened me on a couple occasions to defend the rights of atheists in the USa, though I myself am a Kierkegaardian doubter-believer. Lastly, I hope that your physical illness is meliorated by good medicine and by good wishes including mine.

Anonymous said...


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Christopher reads from Hitch-22: A Memoir