Some parts were fast paced and highly enjoyable, such as his days as a school kid or his spectrum-surfing sexual adventures as a vigorous young man. Hitch-22 reads like a long, drawn-out conversation over drinks and cigarettes. I’ve always had a hard time understanding the person who Christopher was, and now that I know more about him, I understand him slightly less.
She was clearly aware of his literary transgression, and decided to put him in his place. In a column some days prior, Christopher had briefly mentioned that he thought Mrs Thatcher was ‘sexy’.
There were many witnesses to the event, according to Hitchens, and to everyone in the room this public bum-whacking came as a shock. Margaret Thatcher once slapped Christopher Hitchens on the butt, calling him a “naughty boy” as she did so. He bored me with the first half of his book, and so it is only fair that I do my best to carry that punishment forward. While I disagree with Chris (he hated this nickname) on some things, I feel like I owe him a review. Hitch-22 by Christopher Hitchens (Photo by me) Rating: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑
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