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Kaniuk is dead. The writer who devoted his last years to learning how to die is now in possession of a graduation certificate cum laude. I knew him slightly, but well. I am dedicating a column to him about Holbein’s painting of the dead Christ, because only Holbein could paint Christ with the subject not being Jesus, but death. Holbein, I wrote in the past, was a son without religion; Kaniuk would certainly have...