The Essential HST? That's an awful lot of Hunter. This unedited (from the magazine articles, which differ from the book form) compilation of his Rolling Stone work is indeed his prime material. From the moving Battle of Aspen, where Thompson shunned the obnoxious humour of his ESPN work for an h...
Let me start with the negatives. This is a collection of interviews and articles on Hunter. If the interviewer themselves had talent, knowledge about Hunter, and a certain level of hipness, then the articles are/ were worth reading. If not, well... you have a lot of repetitively-maddening, obviou...
When gas prices skyrocketed in the summer of 2008, I actually had to stop huffing that sweet shit and resumed mainlining heroin to occupy all the time I suddenly found on my hands in the absence of a solid addiction. This was probably a good move, economically speaking at least, especially since...
I guess I should explain the rating to those of you who would argue that this is Thompson's weakest work, and therefore undeserving of praise...*This novel catches Thompson before he is wrapped in the arms of fame and can get away with anything he wants. In this particular story, he still has to...
“The brutal reality of politics would be probably intolerable without drugs.” -Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of FearSince I caught sight of the Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas poster on my older brother’s wall when I was in high school, I knew I had to get my hands on everything HST wrote. It’s take...
My first political memory was the presidential campaign of 1972. Though I do recall Bobby Kennedy's funeral, his coffin covered by the American flag, preempting my regular cartoon programming, it was the Nixon-McGovern battle that marked my civic awaking. My family are old-school democrats and I ...
. . Opening Day at the Drug Convention “On behalf of the prosecuting attorneys of this county, I welcome you.” We sat in the rear fringe of a crowd of about 1500 in the main ballroom of the Dunes Hotel. Far up in front of the room, barely visible from the rear, the executive director of the Natio...
93 toward Manchester—driving one of those big green rented Auto/Stick Cougars that gets rubber for about twenty-nine seconds in Drive, and spits hot black divots all over the road in First or Second . . . a terrible screeching and fishtailing through the outskirts of Boston heading north to...