I think it’s just as well the last book I read before this was another by Thompson, because it made it a lot easier to work out what was missing for me with this book. Having said that, it was still fantastic. It’s been a book I’ve wanted to read for a long time, so at least it’s now ticked off the list.
Like I’ve said before, I’m not into drugs personally but there’s something about reading about them that I really like. Usually, it’s the real stories of indulgence that I like, people who I can put a genuine face to. But with this, it was probably the first time I’ve read about a fictional drugs binge and actually enjoyed it.
I felt the same towards a lot in this book as the last I read. I enjoyed how it was very detailed about smaller spaces of time rather than being a general overview. I did find more bits in this book funnier (although I don’t think I quite get the humour yet). I think that was the main problem, there’s a link missing for me when I read Hunter S. Thompson’s book. I’ve been paranoid ever since I read a review deeming the Rum Diary ‘hilarious’ because that tells me I’ve missed something and, frankly, that bothers me a little.
So I will come back to this a while down the line and see if the link is there, but for now I’ll have to settle with the fact that I did definitely enjoy the book, did find much of it funny, but feel I’ve missed something that I can’t quite pinpoint. Hunter S. Thompson will forever plague me, but I love him nonetheless.