Alexander Cockburn

I’m coming late to the business of remembering Alexander Cockburn, but not for lack of respect. I find the task intimidating. I learned of Alex’s death early on Saturday morning. I was stunned. I admired him a great deal. I started reading him in the Village Voice around 1975, and he changed the way I saw the world. He is probably more than half the reason I took up the lucrative and prestigious career of radical journalism. He was a magnificent writer—but as every Adorno fan could tell you (and Alex was one of… Read More