"Our friend and comrade Alexander Cockburn died last night in Germany, after a fierce two-year long battle against cancer," writes Jeffrey St. Clair
of the great "hard left" anti-statist journalist — Farewell, Alex, My Friend
. Mr. St. Clair continues:
Alex kept his illness a tightly guarded secret. Only a handful of us knew how terribly sick he truly was. He didn’t want the disease to define him. He didn’t want his friends and readers to shower him with sympathy. He didn’t want to blog his own death as Christopher Hitchens had done. Alex wanted to keep living his life right to the end. He wanted to live on his terms. And he wanted to continue writing through it all, just as his brilliant father, the novelist and journalist Claud Cockburn had done. And so he did. His body was deteriorating, but his prose remained as sharp, lucid and deadly as ever.
Labels: Albion, America the Beautiful, Paleoprogressivism, Passings