Because that’s where the beats were quickening. Defining a rhythm that was building towards a profound dissonance. And god knows I wanted to hear it for myself.
Hunter S. Thompson was branded many things in his life: a psychopath, a bum, an addict. He was also alright at writing, he as. Gonzo: A Graphic Biography of Hunter S. Thompson takes away some of those fantastical myths and just tell it as it was about the man (although, some of it’s still pretty mental).
I mean, I enjoyed it because I enjoy Thompson and I found it interesting to read about him, rather than something explicitly by him. Having said that, much of it was lacking in comparison to Alan Rinzler’s foreward, which just kind of blew most of the book out the water. He told it like it was, cutting to the chase – which, is generally the point of the biography – but in a far more interesting way.
You know how the story ends, but it’s still a dark ending to read. As an avid reader, Thompson fan, and writer of sorts, it was interesting to see the timeline of his career laid out like this. For those who aren’t quite so into the writing side of it, it could be lacking.