One likes to be prepared when talking to Christopher Hitchens; he is, after all, one of the sharpest wits in fact or fiction, at least in Washington DC. So it was with a sinking feeling that I realised, just as my train was pulling out of New York’s Penn Station en route to this nation’s bosky capital, that I had left my diligently assembled list of questions concerning his new book, Blood, Class and Nostalgia (Chatto & Windus 398 pp £18.00), lying on the bed back at my apartment.

Literary Review

Aug 1990

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Jim Holt

Jim Holt Gives Us His Measure

Jim Holt Remembers Teenage Telephone Conversations with B F Skinner

Jim Holt Guides Us Around Greenwich Village

Jim Holt sets out to Review Quentin Crisp

The Best All-Night Party in New York

Jim Holt on the Discreet Charm of Some Disnoids

Jim Holt looks for Something to Read in New York

Jim Holt Returns to the Bathroom for a Smoke

Holt’s Confessions of a New York Winedrinker

Reasons to be Cheerful