I learned of Christopher Hitchens’s death via an email from the American Humanist Association. The subject line read: “Humanists Mourn Christopher Hitchens: Stalwart for Atheism.”
I don’t dispute the truth of that statement. Yet even as someone who borrowed for personal use Hitchens’s self-description as not so much an atheist as an anti-theist, I didn’t think of him mainly as an ally, as someone with whom I had a lack of religious belief in common. Instead, I regarded him mainly as a writer, and I’ll miss reading the steady stream of excellent essays. I’ll miss the well-carpentered sentences. I’ll miss the voice.