There are numerous obits scattered all over the web recounting all the well-known publications he wrote for, the scathing critiques of...everything and everyone deserving of such, the bitter feud with Christopher Hitchens...
You can read those things yourself. Please do. However, the Alexander Cockburn we knew would stop off occasionally in Olympia, passing through from here to there and back again, to relieve himself of whatever books he happened to have in the boot of his car and chat for a while about this or that.
He was personable, charming even. He would suggest titles, authors, publishers to stock. And he would listen to you even if you'd never published more than your photo in the high school yearbook. He would listen.
Not many people do that anymore either...
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