Like the reviewer, I arrived at this book via a link with Christopher Hitchens. I watched the celebration of Hitchens' life hosted by Stephen Fry and saw James Fenton read one of his own poems. I was captivated by it.
I write this the day after Hitchens' death, and have been reading the many articles online penned by his friends. One by Ian McEwan goes into poignant detail and includes lines from another of Fenton's poems, A German Requiem: "How comforting it is, once or twice a year,/To get together and forget the old times."
Of the countless good things that have and will come from Hitchens' life, one is my own interest in poetry.
As McEwan said in closing, he [Hitchens] burned "with this hard gem-like flame". Right to the end.