Bad news from Washington where Christopher Hitchens has announced that he's being treated for cancer of the oesophagus. Not good, not least because the survival rates aren't too pretty. As Christopher put it: "I have been advised by my physician that I must undergo a course of chemotherapy on my esophagus. This advice seems persuasive to me. I regret having had to cancel so many engagements at such short notice."
Well, it would seem persuasive wouldn't it? One trusts and hopes he will rout it as utterly and completely as he enjoys setting about his foes in print.
If you've not read them before, you can spend a very enjoyable afternoon browsing Hitch's back-catalogue of literary essays for the Atlantic. And of course there's his memoir too. May he soon be able to update it with an account of how he defeated cancer too.