Hitch-86: Losing An Indelible Voice

The inimitable Christopher Hitchens in the June edition of Vanity Fair:

Unspoken Truths

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, 
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
—T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”

Like so many of life’s varieties of experience, the novelty of a diagnosis of malignant cancer has a tendency to wear off. The thing begins to pall, even to become banal. One can become quite used to the specter of the eternal Footman, like some lethal old bore lurking in the hallway at the end of the evening, hoping for the chance to have a word. And I don’t so much object to his holding my coat in that marked manner, as if mutely reminding me that it’s time to be on my way. No, it’s the snickering that gets me down.

On a much-too-regular basis, the disease serves me up with a teasing special of the day, or a flavor of the month. It might be random sores and ulcers, on the tongue or in the mouth. Or why not a touch of peripheral neuropathy, involving numb and chilly feet? Daily existence becomes a babyish thing, measured out not in Prufrock’s coffee spoons but in tiny doses of nourishment, accompanied by heartening noises from onlookers, or solemn discussions of the operations of the digestive system, conducted with motherly strangers. On the less good days, I feel like that wooden-legged piglet belonging to a sadistically sentimental family that could bear to eat him only a chunk at a time. Except that cancer isn’t so … considerate.

Most despond-inducing and alarming of all, so far, was the moment when my voice suddenly rose to a childish (or perhaps piglet-like) piping squeak. It then began to register all over the place, from a gruff and husky whisper to a papery, plaintive bleat. And at times it threatened, and now threatens daily, to disappear altogether.

That will be exceeding sad. Agree or disagree, Hitchens has a voice that is always rewarding to hear.

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1 Response to Hitch-86: Losing An Indelible Voice

  1. Laurence Glavin says:

    That line about a writer who was deaf: a person BORN deaf would certainly have great difficulty being a writer, but one who BECAME deaf later in life cfould probably still function. The composer whom the print edition of the Encyclopedia Brittanica called the greatest practitioner of his art, Beethoven, had by his own acoount exceptional hearing until the cusp of his thirtieth year.

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