Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. ThompsonI recently went to Las Vegas for the first, and probably only, time in my life. I hadnt read this book in years, and previously, it hadnt even been my favorite Hunter S. Thompson work. Thompson is dearly missed by many people, and on a personal level, I miss him deeply. He spoke to a true astonishment at the complete, unrelenting fuckedupedness of America and her politics, and he did it with a bite that was deserved and unmatched. He probably could have been a very rich super-novelist of popular, uninspired filth. He probably could have been a brilliant novelist of any kind. But he chose to do what he did, and he did it better than any of his generation. Like Mark Twain, he chronicled American stupidity in the tongue of his generation, and he captured it perfectly, from the insanity of the drug experience to the depravity of American politics. For years, no work of his stood out to me as much as Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 72 or the Gonzo letters. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, to me, wasnt his best work. Then I went to Vegas. Suddenly, all the subtle differences between this and his other work made sense, and I realized that he had captured the true tackiness of the truest tacky city on the entire planet (though Dubai with their fucking Island fantasies are likely to take over soon). Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas IS Las Vegas. Its a nightmare, a joke, a blunder of comical, cosmically-fucked proportions. Its not Sin City. Its where Sin goes to die when its embarrassed for itself. Its where families go on vacations with ten-year-olds, children who get handed fliers for prostitutes. Its the living, pulsing, filthing embodiment of the Holy Dollar. Its sensory overload on a scale drugs cant equal, a place where you almost have to take a brimful of Valium and a pint of ether to feel normal and not feel utterly ashamed at the state of the human condition. It would make you want to blow your brains out if it werent so goddamned fun, even if youre gay, you hate gambling and hookers make your brain itch. Yet you never, ever feel like it is evil or subversive or curious in any way. Its just about a buck, and every other blink reminds you of it. This is a place where Hunter S. Thompson could easily mingle with a law enforcement convention and not get noticed. This is a place where a lawyer could leave you with a hotel bill. This is a place where no questions get asked because no answers would make sense, and the only thing profound about any of it is that you know, on a gut level, that all the oil used to produce all the plastic used to build that city no doubt funded an island shaped like Australia that was built off the coast of the UAE over the weekend. This novel will never cease to be important, and one day, as a cultural artifact of a forgotten culture from a forgotten nation, it will be one of the most important anthropological pieces in existence.
I wish hed survived the Bush administration. We need this man.
Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas
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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas in as much as it is very controversial and comes with a hard concept lacks any central plot which is probably another great reason why many earlier producers find it difficult adapting the surreal novel into a hit movie. The lack of a central plot, though challenging, however, is the beauty of the movie, it gives the characters so much freedom to do as much as they want and at the same time infuses so much fear of going overboard with their adapted skins lest they are perceived as uncomfortable in their own skins. The movie featured Raoul Duke Johnny Depp a freelance magazine writer sent to cover a motorcycle race in the Nevada and his ether-snorting partner, Dr. Gonzo Benicio del Toro. Together both set out in a red convertible with the trunk fully stocked with illegal booze and drugs. The duo picked a young hitchhiker along the road, who later became terrified of the duo drug use and had to run on foot into the city.
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