Interviews with Hunter S Thompson
Posted by Jim Newman on July 16th, 2012 – 2 Comments – Posted in UncategorizedPost by Jim Newman
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Traveling to the South Shore of Lake Superior I have been having a blast reading Ancient Gonzo Wisdom, edited by Anita Thompson with an introduction by Hitch. First I have to say the intro is not Hitch’s best writing. The two are too different for a sympatico kind of literary clutch. It is summed up best by:
“Hunter and I got on all right: We shared an electric loathing for Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger that was so pure it practically sang.”
He skirts that Thompson considered Nixon to be a saint compared to the Bush’s and considered the younger Bush to be the worst president in history. Nixon, though bad, did start the Clean Air Act. Bush had no redemption whatsoever.
Hitch, several times, notes that he, one, can’t tell when Thompson as being sincere or sarcastic. This clues how far apart they could be. In this sense while both wished to be important, meaningful, and true, Hitch wished to be a literary giant while Thompson wished to cut the legs out from under the pedant called literature. They both struggled with being meaningful and Hitch died writing about politics while Thompson committed suicide as a sports writer. In this way, Hitch sought integrity within his world while Thompson sought the other road of the fork. Best noted by his nod of appreciation from Edward Abbey who called Thompson a “Seer”. Abbey wrote often of taking the other road and Abbey was often confused as to whether he was being sincere or comedic.
Without any introduction to Thompson and his work I want to dive in. Not as a review but as a quick splash and then on with driving this crazy twisted road.
The most important mission statement of Thompson, stated again in Kingdom of Fear, is from Robert Kennedy:
“All that it takes for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.”
That statement would have been enough for crazies to assassinate Kennedy, two of them even, and I remember a deep sense of loss and fear for our country when he was murdered those many years ago. As a young idealistic kid I had to wake up and realize that this fantasy land called earth was bedeviled with a humorless insanity that could castrate human motivation with the simple expurgation of great men. Yes, I have faith in the people but not trust.
As my brother-in-law, a Phd Psychologists, writes me, enclosing several articles on how religions help humanity, a la Scott Atran, I am left stupified how good people let stupidity occur simply for the wrong reasons: to justify tradition, to justify child hood, to justify education and mentors, to justify family friends, to justify intellectual inertia, to justify publication and career needs, to justify a moribund peace that declines to morbidity. I have to shake off the temptation to congeniality and insist that no, we absolutely must act or we will simply cease to be and we will drag family, friends, and strangers down that rat hole in a smokey haze of apathy and tolerance of intolerance.
Anita Thompson discusses Hunter in the The Gonzo Way. This video is of her talk–sorry you have to follow the link.
http://fora.tv/2007/08/07/A_Celebration_of_Dr__Hunter_S__Thompson
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Thompson has influenced the past few generations with his invention of Gonzo Journalism. The Good Doctor broke the mold on writing and changed the world and the voice of counter-culture. His work and antics will live on to influence even more generations to come. I paid tribute to Hunter S Thompson and his work with my portrait and article on my artist’s blog at http://dregstudiosart.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-memoriam-hunter-s-thompson.html
Thanks for the link. Awesome artwork. Unable to do more than a quick blog I appreciate your additional context. For me Hunter started me on the road to writing better. I was an editor at Eaton-Kenway when a fellow editor said I had to read HST (and he was Mormon). It captivated me and I kept on reading.
It led me to Kesey, Wolfe, Burrows, Kerouac, Snyder, Ginsberg, and many others. I never could go back to the Hemingway, Faulkner, Steinbeck, Woolfe canon. Even Joyce’s Ulysses paled in comparison for me. I just was so turned on by his literary acid that I would rather window pane than bourbon out.
I didn’t clarify how well his suicide fit and was not a renunciation of life as so many see it but rather an embracing of meaning. I had already reconciled Hemingway’s suicide and how suicide can have meaning.
I also never met a recreational drug I didn’t like but I also refused PCP as I would refuse bath salts now. I find it hilarious that recent research shows acid is antidote to both depression and dependency. Ether is a hell of a way to get a nauseous headache. Why the hell do we think we need drugs for life for medical reasons but drugs shouldnt give us an emotional and awareness rush. As Jennifer Hecht says in The Myth of Happiness, the reason pot is illegal is it gives you a shit eating grin and control freaks can’t stand that in themselves or others.
Hitch has a good point that idiots tried too hard to get HST to fulfill his persona like a Disney performer with shows at 9, noon, 3, and 6. Hell Hendrix and others too got nicked with unknown drugged wonders whether they wanted it or not. Idiots. It’s not about pissing farther or farting in the face of authority.
Embracing life, taking the other road, and being willing to saw the limb off behind you are not things everyone should do but the objectivity of journalism was a joke and the close reading of the New Critics was tedious at best.
Reporting from the cliff or the site of a rape is the antithesis of so called embedded journalism which means the military-authority complex is in full control of reporter-speak. Living amidst and reporting from the front while acknowledging your position, view, and chemical state at the time is an honesty I sorely miss in most writing and journalism. I always liked For Whom the Bells Toll better than Farewell to Arms.
Ed Abbey was the gonzo of environmental writing and though the Monkey Wrench Gang engendered the so called ecoterrorism of Earth First and though Desert Solitaire has some bad art philosophy, the realness of acknowledging the idiocy of humans in the world of nature knocked the Jewish-Christian hegemony of worldly natural stewardship off its pedestal.and showed wise use to be the wise-ass abuse it is. Oh desert, yours is the only death I cannot bear…
Most people get off on the antics and self chosen ostentatious ostracism but it’s not that at all. It’s honesty, integrity, and intellectual intensity.
Goddamn, I miss him.