 | Diary: We can't stop here! This is bat country!
The nofreelist clan is in mourning (well, at least this part of it is) at the news that Hunter S. Thompson, one of this reviewer's most beloved authors — and a man whose movie credentials are well-established if for no other reason than the wonderful Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998), which was based on his semi-autobiographical novel of the same name — has shot himself; he was found dead at his home by his son Juan. It's a sad day (though, let's face it, if anyone was ever going to go out ‘Hemingway-style’, as a friend put it, he was probably a good choice): there's certainly never been a storyteller quite like him, let alone an author, a journalist (see his ESPN columns for his most recent work), or a politician for that matter.
If ever there's a good reason for putting someone's photo in the dictionary next to a particular word, then surely the good Doctor's noggin should go in the next Webster's under ‘crazed genius’. Vale, HST.
“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”
— From Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
by mino on Mon 21 Feb 2005 at 16:39 PM | |
