Simply put, Hitchens was a writer - of the sort that is so desperately necessary from time to time. Even on those occasions in which I disagreed with his political or social opinions, I could always admire and respect his writing style and his command of language. At his best, Hitchens was an amalgam of the Algonquin Round Table, James Thurber, George Orwell and--just perhaps--a hint of Mark Twain or Will Rogers. Instead of offering further proof of my own meager writing skills, I'll simply suggest that writers are best eulogized by their own works. In recent years, Hitchens wrote for New Statesmen, The Nation, Atlantic, Vanity Fair, and Slate.
Requiscat in pace, Mr. Hitchens.