Gonzo obituary: Hunter Thompson killed himself. Sad life. Sad death. Not that surprising. Too bad.
James Lileks (as always) says it best:
It was all bile and spittle at the
end, and it was hard to read the work without smelling the dank sweat
of someone consumed by confusion, anger, sudden drunken certainties and
the horrible fear that when he sat down to write, he could only muster
a pale parody of someone else’s satirical version of his infamous
middle period. I feel sorry for him, but I’ve felt sorry for him for
years. File under Capote, Truman – meaning, whatever you thought of the
latter-day persona, don’t forget that there was a reason he had a
reputation. Read “Hell’s Angels.” That was a man who could hit the keys
right.
end, and it was hard to read the work without smelling the dank sweat
of someone consumed by confusion, anger, sudden drunken certainties and
the horrible fear that when he sat down to write, he could only muster
a pale parody of someone else’s satirical version of his infamous
middle period. I feel sorry for him, but I’ve felt sorry for him for
years. File under Capote, Truman – meaning, whatever you thought of the
latter-day persona, don’t forget that there was a reason he had a
reputation. Read “Hell’s Angels.” That was a man who could hit the keys
right.
