Hunter S. ThompÂson died on FebÂruÂary 20, 2005, fifÂteen years ago, and ever since we’ve been wonÂderÂing aloud what he would make of the state of the world today. Though events have all but cried out for anothÂer ThompÂson to savÂageÂly describe and even more savÂageÂly ridicule them, what othÂer writer could live up to the forÂmiÂdaÂble stanÂdard ThompÂson set with Hell’s Angels, “The KenÂtucky DerÂby Is DecaÂdent and Depraved,” Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and his othÂer harÂrowÂing gonzo-jourÂnalÂisÂtic views of the AmerÂiÂcan scene? These works, as the late Tom Wolfe puts it in the interÂview clip above, made ThompÂson “the great comÂic writer of the twenÂtiÂeth cenÂtuÂry.”
Like anyÂone who knew the man, Wolfe had Hunter ThompÂson stoÂries. The one he tells here takes place in Aspen, ColÂorado, years after ThompÂson ran for sherÂiff there and nearÂly won. As soon as ThompÂson and Wolfe were seatÂed at a local restauÂrant, ThompÂson ordered four banana daiquiris and four banana splits.
After conÂsumÂing all that, he called the waitÂress back: “Do it again.” This may remind fans of a more glutÂtoÂnous verÂsion of the scene in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas where Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo threatÂenÂingÂly demand an entire pie at a dinÂer. The real-life ThompÂson also had voraÂcious appetites, not just for junk food and intoxÂiÂcants but also for destrucÂtion, as eviÂdenced by the stoÂry of propane-tank tarÂget pracÂtice JohnÂny Depp tells above.
Depp, who played ThompÂson in TerÂry Gilliam’s film adapÂtaÂtion of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, also bondÂed with the writer in ways not involvÂing eighty-foot fireÂballs. Both came from KenÂtucky, and both admired the writÂing of the 1930s satirist Nathanael West. The two would read WestÂ’s work aloud to one anothÂer, and latÂer ThompÂson’s own. (We’ve preÂviÂousÂly feaÂtured Depp readÂing the “wave speech,” ThompÂson’s best-known pasÂsage, here on Open CulÂture.) “Hunter taught me how he wantÂed his work read,” Depp rememÂbers, “and if there’s anyÂthing such as a blessÂing, that was it.” The priÂvate ThompÂson may have loved AmerÂiÂcan prose, but the pubÂlic ThompÂson loved outÂraÂgeous behavÂior. As John Cusack puts it in the clip above, “He was ready for a show that was beyond any sense of decenÂcy and went into some absurÂdist land that made your heads bend.”
Few had as much expoÂsure to Th0mpson’s head-bendÂing as Ralph SteadÂman, the artist whose illusÂtraÂtions made visÂiÂble the ThompÂsonÂian “gonzo” senÂsiÂbilÂiÂty. “Gonzo is a PorÂtuguese word, and it means hinge,” SteadÂman says in the news segÂment above. “I guess to be gonzo is to be hinged — or unhinged.” The two first met at the 1970 KenÂtucky DerÂby, where they were meant to colÂlabÂoÂrate on a piece about the race. In the event, they did more drinkÂing and rumor-spreadÂing than reportÂing, and it all led to a moment of truth: “We looked in the mirÂror and there we saw the evil face: it was us, lookÂing back at us.” The final prodÂuct, “The KenÂtucky DerÂby Is DecaÂdent and Depraved,” now looks like the birth of a form ThompÂson and SteadÂman creÂatÂed, perÂfectÂed, and quite posÂsiÂbly destroyed.
In the Joe Rogan ExpeÂriÂence clip above, jourÂnalÂist Matt TaibÂbi describes ThompÂson’s writÂing thus: “He let it all hang out and just said whatÂevÂer the hell he thought, and he let the chips fall where they may.” Easy though that may sound, in his best work ThompÂson manÂaged to employ “the same techÂniques that the great ficÂtion writÂers use” to craft a “four-dimenÂsionÂal stoÂry, but at the same time it was also jourÂnalÂism.” As the curÂrent occuÂpant of ThompÂson’s old politÂiÂcal-reporter job at Rolling Stone, TaibÂbi knows betÂter than anyÂone that “most peoÂple couldÂn’t get away with that.” It takes “a Mark Twain-levÂel talÂent to do what he did, which is to mix the ambiÂtion of great ficÂtion with jourÂnalÂism” — like most of ThompÂson’s endeavÂors, “one of those don’t-try-this-at-home things.”
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Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
Hunter S. ThompÂson, you did wonÂders at inspirÂing my secÂond novÂel. I hope I ruined a childÂhood novÂelÂty with war weapons, pussy, cocaine, and crysÂtal meth!-Nihil List ChrisÂto
Too much of life is about owing monÂey, there has to be betÂter ways to make monÂey, it’s just in this book monÂey doesÂn’t mean shit anyÂmore and neiÂther does the barter.- Nihil List ChrisÂto
YesÂterÂday I pissed in the creek at the VA hosÂpiÂtal while my elecÂtricÂiÂty went out. Weeks ago I pissed on the Bank Of AmerÂiÂca, and that’s as close as I got to ever becomÂing an Anti-PatriÂot!
AnniverÂsalÂly, your off by one day. And yeah, I just made that word up.