When my brother was at secondary school doing his A levels, he was given such stinking references by his teachers that one university interviewed him because they had to see this lad for themselves. I have rarely seen a book so roundly pilloried by reviewers as Richard Seymour’s Unhitched, the Trial of Christopher Hitchens, and so curiosity forced me to read it.
I can see why it got bad reviews. It is impudent to trash the reputation of a well loved journalist while he is still warm in his coffin. And Richard’s style is not everyone’s cup of lapsang souchong. Continue reading