Saw “Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson” last night, a documentary about one of my intellectual heroes.
It made me sad that he’s gone, and mad that he’s not here to excoriate the Bush Administration and other politicians, and it made me want to get really drunk and write a lot.
So I’d say it succeeded.
Strange that two of my heroes, Thompson and Philip Kindred Dick, shared so many traits. Both incredible and prolific writers, both addicted to drugs, both haunted and fearful of politicians and particularly President Nixon. Both reclusive but social, opening their homes to strangers and newfound friends (and young nubile women), to the detriment of their marriages.
And both of them with personality issues.
Hmm. Food for thought.