Hitch has what John Wayne dubbed the Big C:
Christopher Hitchens is being treated for cancer, forcing the D.C. writer to cut short his latest book tour. In a statement released through his publisher Twelve, the British-born provocateur, 61, said that he has “been advised by my physician that I must undergo a course of chemotherapy on my esophagus. This advice seems persuasive to me.” The notorious chainsmoker announced in 2008 he had given up tobacco — driven, he said, by “fear.” (His wife Carol Blue told us then he “wants to live — live to see his political enemies defeated.”)
I wish him success in his treatment and hope he’s quickly back to his craft. I look forward to his column, sure to be scathing toward his subject, about a brilliant writer who stupidly put his life at risk by intentionally inhaling a known carcinogen.
UPDATE: He pens a short notice at Vanity Fair:
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.
Classically succinct.
UPDATE II: Tom Maguire wins Headline of the Day honors for “Say A Prayer For Hitch.”










