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“...You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...”
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson is a memoir of the author's drug-fuelled, absolutely hectic road to discover “the American Dream”, which is never really defined. The book borders between Fiction and Non-Fiction, with the audience (and Thompson) not knowing what in the story actually happened, and what was a product of hallucinations and cloudy memories.
As my first Hunter S. Thompson novel, I expected to have similar feelings towards the book that I do towards Chuck Palahniuk’s works (some of my favourites). It did not let me down, and as an added bonus, I didn’t expect to feel the need to underline so many passages!
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is not at all for the faint-hearted, but everything for those of us who consider our own selves slightly deranged.
Side note: If you are going to purchase this book, I highly recommend the edition pictured. There is a bunch of information in the back about how the book was received, ‘Gonzo’ journalism and a short biography on Thompson.