Lost in Narration
If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.- Hunter S. Thompson.
well I don't know what to say... I'm one of tens of thousands posting this to their blogs. Thompson is required reading and it's a damn shame to have him go. It's funny, I was just talking about him last night over coffee and quoted 'All things flow according to the whim of the great magnet.' Which is why he was a doctor of journalism and i just say things like 'shit happens.'
I remember leaving the Von Lee theater after watching Fear and Loathing - which I thought was one of the most accurate makes of a novel I had ever seen, beat by beat, scene by scene translation - and I heard the kids in the back say 'its just a couple of old guys taking drugs, whatever' -- which goes to show how much can be lost between a novel and a film - even an 'accurate' one. Or maybe they missed the whole point lost in narration:
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - -on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
And in case there is someone or some force tending the light at the end of the tunnel, Hunter, don't take any guff from these fucking swine.
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It was a sad start to the day.
This reader comment posted on the BBC website summed it up: Hunter Thompson was our modern day Delphinian Oracle. Through the haze of drugs, alcohol and excess, he told the unspeakable, forbidden and vulgar truth. For many of us, his writing provided the first brutal hint that the American Dream was a pre-packaged, mass-marketed lie. Today, when paid pundits spin the news and the apathetic American public is satiated with a high-cholesterol diet of bread and circuses, the clarion call of Thompson's voice will be well and truly missed. Although we know that none will ever take his place, we can only hope that his legacy has seeded the future with the cleansing hell-fire of gonzo outrage that this decadent and falling empire so desperately needs.
Yea. What he said.
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ad, at 5:50 PM
Hunter was nothing but a low-life druggy. If he had any moral fortitute he would have listened to Barabara Bush, I mean Nancy Reagan, and Just Said NO!!!
Excuse me while I go listen to Rush.
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Anonymous, at 9:55 AM
Just popped in to say HI!! And should have thought of you when this happened. The Great Hunter left the planet (though not completely, I'll wager) and I, for one, was sad with you.
The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. --HST
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Christie, at 3:39 PM
i need to know where the quote 'don't take any guff from these swine' came from. i know its hunter s. thompson obviously, but help, anyone?
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Anonymous, at 4:54 PM
It's from Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas.
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Natebot, at 5:26 PM
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