Despite having had a number of friends in common and an intense appreciation for the man in general, I never got to know Christopher Hitchens. In late May of 2010, I was preparing to remedy that, as word came that he had cheerfully agreed to allow me to host a luncheon for him in my office in Washington. We were to celebrate the release of his highly anticipated memoir, Hitch 22, and I was positively geeking over it.
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