Dr. Hunter S. Thompson left this world ten years ago. The world has changed a lot in ten years, a lot of changes that would have driven him mad, a lot of changes that he would have seen coming and accepted with a sort of loud resignation that only Hunter could manage.
More wars. More corrupted politics. More paranoia.
More Fear, and More Loathing.
His voice will live on forever, his writing a testament to a brilliantly broken mind, even as the last generation who could ever truly understand him slowly dies out, while the current population and the unknown masses of the future still have much to relate to in Hunter’s words.
If you’ve never read Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, I urge you to do so. If you’ve never read The Rum Diary, I urge you to do so. I urge you to seek out his essays and his sports commentary, most of which you can find online. In his own words, Hunter was “Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die”, and he truly felt to me like the last of the reckless writers, the last of the dangerous ones. His death closed a book that I’ve always felt we still need open.
Watch Hunter and Ralph Steadman tackle the world.
If you are a Netflix subscriber, you should watch Gonzo: The Life and Work of Hunter S. Thompson. If you have some time to kill, search for Hunter S. Thompson’s many appearances on The Late Show with David Letterman. There’s a sense of comfort he has when he’s talking to Dave, as it appears that Dave understood him on a level other talk show hosts and seasoned interviewers didn’t.
Everyone can celebrate the life of Hunter S. Thompson in their own way. Myself, I’m going to spend the day drinking beer, listening to music, and reading. Maybe a little writing. Maybe a little trip out into the cold.