Created on Sunday, 22 July 2012 18:12
Written by Creative Commons
Farewell, Alex, My Friend
ur friend and comrade Alexander Cockburn died last
night in Germany, after a fierce two-year long battle against cancer.
His daughter Daisy was at his bedside.
Alex kept his illness a tightly guarded secret. Only a handful of us
knew how terribly sick he truly was. He didn’t want the disease to
He didn’t want his friends and readers to shower him with
He didn’t want to blog his own death as Christopher Hitchens
Alex wanted to keep living his life right to the end. He
wanted to live on his terms. And he wanted to continue writing through
it all, just as his brilliant father, the novelist and journalist Claud
Cockburn had done. And so he did. His body was deteriorating, but his
prose remained as sharp, lucid and deadly as ever.
In one of Alex’s last emails to me, he patted himself on the back
(and deservedly so) for having only missed one column through his
incredibly debilitating and painful last few months. Amid the chemo and
blood transfusions and painkillers, Alex turned out not only columns forCounterPunch and The Nation and First Post, but he also wrote a small book called Guillotine and finished his memoirs, A Colossal Wreck, both of which CounterPunch plans to publish over the course of the next year.