Ah, Hunter . . .
Ah, Hunter . . .
I first stumbled on Hunter's work in Rolling Stone. At that point, his voice was fresh and hysterically funny (to me anyway). I remember laughing until tears streamed down my face. His tone was perfect for the foment of the late '60s and early '70s.
To me, his best work is inextricably intertwined with Ralph Steadman's art. What a pair those two must have made . . . a crazed, drug addled ex-Kentucky boy and a rather proper British artist. Together they saw some of the horror of contemporary society and put their take of it down on paper for the rest of us to explore. I got the sense that Ralph could look into Hunter's brain and illustrate anything Hunter imagined.
He would say things that other people would only think. Some castigated him for it and would then later repeat his insights in more polite terms. Most of their names will be forgotten; I suspect some Hunter's work will live forever.
I tried reading some of Hunter's recent stuff and it just made me sad. The anger was there but he seemed to be parodying his earlier persona. Ho, ho, ho, indeed.
His most important work recently was using his celebrity to call attention to injustices like the Lisl Auman case.
For those who might want to read some of his work, I'd suggest Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Others might disagree, but I still find it an exhilarating read. For those who prefer video, check out the film of the same title, starring Johnny Depp and Benicio del Toro. It catches the spirit of the book pretty well. My wife walked in during the hotel lobby/hallucination sequence, watched for about thirty seconds and stumbled dizzily out of the room saying it had made her sick to her stomach. And we have a 26" TV!
Honestly though, I'm not a bit surprised at how he died. Makes complete sense to me that he would choose his own time and place and use one his now legendary "powerful weapons".
Ah, well. The King of Gonzo is dead. Long live Gonzo!
my two cents worth/ScottGee1