On the passing of Mr Hitchens

Well Christopher Hitchens passed away this morning and I loved the imagery that was conjured up of his tour of the bible belt with his book "God is not Great" and the idea of him as a man who disliked sleeping "because he did not rate being unconscious" and that he had such a prodigious gift as a writer he could down a bottle of scotch and still be up bright and early the next morning and throw three thousand words up in the air and have them fall on the page in perfect and wonderful composition.

I am thinking about his friendship with Martin Amis which makes a deal of sense to me, I see them as of the same peer group.  Ironically or as luck would have it I am reading "Time's Arrow" (when my BeBook is charged up), and this has the surprising premise of telling the tale of a life with time reversed, or at least this is what I understand so far.  Amis has not written a long volume, rather a lightweight for him, but it is going into minutiae of details such as ingestion in the bathroom and re-composition of food to one's plate etc  which make for unusual reading.

I have yet to understand how the book as a whole hang's together, but it is making a very different read to " The Pregnant Widow", which I received last Christmas and which was very much what I had expected of Amis (and quite good fun for a holiday read too).

I would say Mr Hitchens, RIP, but I'm unsure if that's appropriate, let me at least say his departure was noticed.... Perhaps that's the right note to strike?