December 3rd saw the release of yet another book aiming to memorialize the late American author and journalist, Hunter S. Thompson. This time, the book succeeds. This is a book even the good doctor would have enjoyed reading.
Instead of some loud, longwinded biography hoping to capture Thompsons legacy via imitation of his hyperbolic writing style, Gonzo (AMMO Books) reads as a visual timeline, beginning with Thompson joining the military at 17, and ending with the construction of the giant canon that would ultimately shoot his ashes into the sky. Its a collection of Thompsons personal memorabiliaa scrapbook of sorts. Johnny Depp writes in the introduction,
Every document, scrap of paper, newspaper clipping, cocktail napkin and photograph were sacred to Hunter. What lives in this book, are essential threads of his lifes tapestry, pieces of the puzzle that had been diligently packed away, safely and surely for posterity.
Thompson, born in Louisville, KY in 1937, reveled in his miscreant ways right from the start, even missing his high school graduation because he spent six weeks in jail for robbery. The judge then reportedly gave Thompson the option of more jail time or joining the military. The Air Force never knew what hit them.
Gonzo opens with a copy of a Florida Air Force news release detailing the circumstances surrounding Thompsons honorable discharge in 1957 after serving two years.
Sgt. Manmountain Dense, a novice Air Policeman, was severely injured here today, when a wine bottle exploded inside the AP gatehouse at the west entrance to the base Further investigation revealed that, only minutes before the incident at the gatehouse, a reportedly fanatical airman had received his separation papers and was rumored to have set out in the direction of the gatehouse at a high speed in a muffler-less car with no brakes. An immediate search was begun for Hunter S. Thompson, one-time sports editor of the base newspaper and well-known morale problem. Thompson was known to have a sometimes over-powering affinity for wine and was described by a recent arrival in the base sanatorium as just the type of bastard who would do a thing like that. An apparently uncontrollable iconoclast, Thompson was discharged today after one of the most hectic and unusual Air Force careers in recent history.
Thompson, of course, wrote the news release himself. He was never one to shy away from the chance to craft a tale drenched in wit and a healthy dose of self-deprecating humor.
As Gonzo shadows Thompsons journey from his journalistic beginnings as a teenager to the psychedelic, hedonistic lifestyle he made legendary as an adult, readers explore his personal collection of photographs. The general quality of the photos is poorall grossly underexposed and muddy. But their content is excruciatingly wonderful. Many never-before-seen images reveal Thompson in all his cocky, crew-cut youngster glory, smoking a pipe even as a dimpled, fresh-faced adolescent, eyes already brimming with mischief. Other photos include Joan Baez butchering a hog in Big Sur circa 1961, a print of two male Hells Angels engaged in a lip-lock, and Polaroids of John Belushi and Bill Murray partying with Thompson in the 70s.
Gonzo also includes: certificates of achievement (most notably Thompson's Doctor of Divinity diploma), pharmacy receipts, empty and crumpled prescription bags, drawings, press badges, and first drafts of Thompsons published worksthe typewriter text punctuated by the blue scrawl of his self-edits.
I am surrounded by lunatics here, people screeching every time I pull a trigger, yelling about my blood-soaked shirt, packs of queers waiting to do me in, so many creditors that Ive lost count, a huge Doberman on the bed, a pistol by the desk, time passing, getting balder, no money, a great thirst for all the worlds whiskey, my clothes rotting in the fog, a motorcycle with no light, a landlady whos writing a novel on butcher-paper, wild boar in the hills and queers on the roads, vats of homemade beer in the closet, shooting cats to ease the pressure, the jabbering of Buddhists in the trees, whores in the canyons, Christ only knows if I can last it out.
(Hunter S. Thompson, from The Proud Highway, a letter from Big Sur, August 4, 1961)
Gonzo is a collector's classic. Its a well paced anthology and, through original images and reproduced text from Thompsons archives, lets the reader come to his or her own conclusions about the mans life, instead of being fed another narrative by yet another gonzo-scholar. After all, the only narrative Thompson ever wanted people to read was his own.
When at the same time your collected works are coming out, a movies being made about you and then youre in the comic strips somewhere along there I became a public figure. Somehow the author became larger than the writing. And it sucks.
(Hunter S. Thompson, from Rolling Stone College Papers, interview with David Felton, 1980)
As a completely insane fan of the good doctor I have to say this book is the perfect addition to any collection. Especially if you already have "The Proud Highway" and "Fear and Loathing in America".
I'm with Evo. Does anyone have any suggestions for finding books or prints of our man Thompson for a little less? It's a bit difficult to justify spending the money what with the holiday season and the buying of presents...and crack.
Evo said:
Good thing Hunter S. Thompson isn't alive today to see somebody trying to hawk a book about him for $300 a pop; somebody would surely get shot.
Actually, this book was a project Thompson greenlighted and was working on prior to his suicide. Part of the reason the hardcover is so expensive is that it comes with a 11x17 B/W self-portrait photograph of Thompson. Im pretty sure a cheaper soft-cover will be made available in the New Year, but without his print.
erin_broadley
Los Angeles, CA
October 2006
DEC 13, 2006 12:52 PM