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Hunter S. Thompson has shuffled off this mortal coil.
I don't know if I could describe HST as a "personal hero," but no works energized non-fiction and journalism for me as much as Hell's Angels and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. The latter in particular perfectly sums up the entire heartbreak of the 60s, the failure of the counterculture. HST often described himself in terms of a Horatio Alger protagonist - always on the search for the American Dream. After a lifetime looking, I doubt he found it.
Posted by marxy at February 21, 2005 6:14 PMI'm a bit ashamed to admit that I've never read any of his books -- probably read a few ROLLING STONE articles along the way though. It certainly is a shock, but man, isn't this just the way you expected he would go?
Posted by: Jean at February 21, 2005 7:40 PM...yeah I ran into this news...and while I was never personally much of a fan of his (his works dark in a way I didnt find appealing) I definitely respected his word-smithin'. I would have expected him to "go" in a strange way, but not suicide, not at age 67.
Posted by: stephen at February 24, 2005 1:07 PM