December 31, 2004
I’m in Vera Cruz, Mexico today and it is gorgeous out. It’s a nice, small city and I’ve been soaking up sun and reading ‘Love, Poverty and War’, a collection of essays by Christopher Hitchens.
I’m nearly done with it but am not sure I recommend it. On one hand, it’s a beautiful book, written in a style unique to Hitchens. On the other hand, his pre-9/11 writing was so focused on knocking prominent, admired people, like Mother Theresa and Winston Churchill, off their perches that it gets a little old. Even when I share his criticism of certain people, like Bill Clinton, I feel like Hitchens’ complaints come off as a tad obvious. My favorite parts of the book concern the Kurds, who have never had a better friend than Hitchens (despite their motto ‘the Kurds have no friends’), and his various travels through war torn countries. His take on NYC’s Bloomberg nanny laws is spot on. Maybe I’ll have a longer, more detailed review when I’m done. For now, I’m going out into Vera Cruz and waiting the arrival of 2005.