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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
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Jul 27, 08

bookshelves: comedy
Read in May, 2008

** spoiler alert ** This guy's writing is great. A real choppy style that has this rhythm to it. It's got this visceral pleasure to it. He makes you forget that you are reading a book.

Mostly he rips apart people's notions of the world.


Quotes:

"The gambling action runs twenty-four hours a day on the main floor, and the circus never ends."

"We will close the drapes tonight. A thing like that could send a drug person careening around the room like a ping-pong ball. Hallucinations are bad enough. But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing you dead grandmother crawling up you leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip - the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted."

"All we were told was, go till you find the American Dream. Take this white Cadillac and go find the American Dream. It's somewhere in the Las Vegas area."

"Indeed. But what is sane? Especially here in 'our own country' - in this doomstruck era of Nixon. We are all wired unto a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled the Sixties. Uppers are going out of style. This was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling 'consciousness expansion' without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying wait for all the people who took him too seriously. After West Point and the Priesthood, LSD must have seemed entirely logical to him...but there is not much satisfaction in knowing that he blew it very badly for himself, because he took too many others down with him. Not that they didn't deserve it: No doubt they all Got What Was Coming To Them. All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours, too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped to create...a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody - or at least some force - is tending that Light at the end of the tunnel."

"Pink faces with a stylish Southern sag, old Ivy styles, seersucker coats and buttondown collars. 'Mayblossom Senility' (Steadman's phrase)...burnt out early or maybe just not much to burn in the first place. Not much energy in these faces, not much curiosity. Suffering in silence, nowhere to go after thirty in this life, just hang around and humor the children. Let the young enjoy themselves while they can. Why not? The grim reaper comes early in this league...banshees on the lawn at night, screaming out there beside that little iron nigger in jockey clothes. Maybe he's the one who's screaming. Bad DT's and too many snarls at the bridge club. Going down with the stock market. Oh Jesus, the kid has wrecked the new car, wrapped it around the big stone pillar at the bottom of the driveway. Broken leg? Twisted eye? Send him off to Yale, they can cure anything up there."
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