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My friend Chris wrote to tell me this last night. My spam filter decided that either I wasn't interested in the news or that Thompson was too risque to put in a subject line. It filed the email in the possible spam folder. Wish it were one more fake email.
As a college kid, I loved the first three pages of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,"
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert whent he drugs began to take hold. I reemeber saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive...." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diveing around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to LAs Vegas. [...] No point mentioning the bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
When I got older, I realized that "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72" was his real masterpiece. Vegas, drugs and the 1970's were too easy a target for Thompson's .44 magnum.
Nixon, the media and American retail politics were harder and more important prey.
I'll miss Hunter S. Thompson, however unimpressive his later books were.
He always could see the fucking bats before the rest of us could.
Posted by Ryan Singel at February 21, 2005 03:06 PM
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