Here’s something for people who like G.K. Chesterton’s writing. Or Christopher Hitchens’ writing. Or European history and politics.
Perhaps you’re like me, and you like all of the above. In that case, you really must read this.
It is a cliché of pop psychology that we are least able to tolerate people who remind us of our own selves. There’s only room for one Life Of The Party and we feel a twinge of antagonism toward anyone whose excellence threatens to outshine our own. I was reminded of this when I read Christopher Hitchens’ posthumously published review of a biography of the great British journalist G.K. Chesterton.