But now Sidney, a cancer experiencer himself, was reaching out to his old friend with words of tenderness and comfort and implicit forgiveness. Christopher had caused Sidney great legal and financial grief during the Götterdämmerung of the Clinton impeachment. I was surprised but very pleased to hear this. Anderson Cancer Center, in Houston, for what I knew would be the last time, his wife, Carol, mentioned to me that Sidney had recently written to Christopher. When we embraced, at the bar mitzvah of Sidney Blumenthal’s son, the word “Shalom” sprang naturally from my lips.Ī few days ago, when I was visiting him at the M. It was about this time that he discovered that he was in fact Jewish, which somewhat complicated his fierce anti-Israel stance. I missed his company during that six-month froideur (another Christopher mot). How did we become such friends? I only once stopped speaking to him, because of a throwaway half-sentence about my father-in-law in one of his Harper’s essays. Oh dear, the things he said about Reagan! The things-come to think of it-he said about my father. In those days, Christopher was a roaring, if not raving, Balliol Bolshevik. Thirty years later, I was voting for Obama and Christopher had become one of the most forceful, and persuasive, advocates for George W. I had come to work in an Administration he had come to undo that Administration. A few years later, we found ourselves living in the same city, Washington.
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