Hunter S. ThompÂson has been gone for two decades now. When he went out, as the new PurÂsuit of WonÂder video on his life and work reminds us, he did so in a highÂly AmerÂiÂcan manÂner: with a gun, and at the moment of his own choosÂing. Even his longÂtime fans who respectÂed someÂthing about the agency eviÂdent in that choice natÂuÂralÂly regretÂted that he’d made it; many of us have wished aloud that we could read his judgÂments of the past twenÂty years’ develÂopÂments in U.S. polÂiÂtics, culÂture, and sociÂety, which would cerÂtainÂly fit in well enough with the narÂraÂtive of decline he’d purÂsued since the late sixÂties.
At the same time, we recÂogÂnize that ThompÂson’s manÂner of livÂing would hardÂly have allowed him to live into his late eightÂies (the man himÂself expressed surÂprise to have reached his sixÂties), and that it was inexÂtriÂcaÂble from his manÂner of writÂing. Which is not to call it the main ingreÂdiÂent: as genÂerÂaÂtions of imiÂtaÂtors have proven, ingesÂtion of conÂtrolled subÂstances and a disÂreÂspect for traÂdiÂtionÂal narÂraÂtive strucÂture do not, by themÂselves, conÂstiÂtute a recipe for the “gonzo jourÂnalÂism” ThompÂson pioÂneered. In fact, he had a healthy respect for strucÂture, culÂtiÂvatÂed through his earÂly career in workaÂday reportage and a self-imposed trainÂing regime that involved re-typÂing the whole of A Farewell to Arms and The Great GatsÂby.
Gonzo jourÂnalÂism, accordÂing to the narÂraÂtor of the video, actuÂalÂly has a seriÂous quesÂtion to ask: “Are not the parÂticÂuÂlar subÂjecÂtive filÂters by which facts and events are processed and imagÂined in a moment in hisÂtoÂry as relÂeÂvant as the facts themÂselves in underÂstandÂing the truth of that moment, or at least a slice of the truth?” ThompÂson’s most wideÂly read books Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Fear and Loathing on the CamÂpaign Trail ’72 stand as two attempts at an answer. But from the late sevÂenÂties onward, as his “lifeÂlong comÂpanÂions of drugs and chaotÂic behavÂior nesÂtled closÂer, the lines between his largÂer-than-life charÂacÂter in his work, his pubÂlic perÂsona, and his true self began to blur.”
It could be said that ThompÂson nevÂer recovÂered the decepÂtive clarÂiÂty of his Fear and Loathing-era work, though he remained proÂlifÂic to the end. Indeed, there’s much of valÂue in his last three decades of writÂing for readÂers attuned to who he realÂly was. “He was not mereÂly the charÂacÂter he porÂtrayed in his work and pubÂlic life, but the man who cared enough, and was talÂentÂed enough, to creÂate this charÂacÂter in order to explore, underÂstand, and repÂreÂsent a very nuanced conÂdiÂtion of the world durÂing his time.” It would, perÂhaps, have been betÂter if he’d been able, at some point, to retire the drugs, the firearms, the sunÂglassÂes, and the paraÂnoia and come up with a new perÂsona. What kept him from doing so? Maybe the notion, as articÂuÂlatÂed by his great inspiÂraÂtion FitzgerÂald, that there are no secÂond acts in AmerÂiÂcan lives.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
Hunter S. ThompÂson, ExisÂtenÂtialÂist Life Coach, Gives Tips for FindÂing MeanÂing in Life
Hunter S. Thompson’s HarÂrowÂing, ChemÂiÂcal-Filled DaiÂly RouÂtine
Based in Seoul, ColÂin Marshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities and the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles. FolÂlow him on the social netÂwork forÂmerÂly known as TwitÂter at @colinmarshall.
lisÂten to a great song about him : “ridÂing with mr thompÂson” by tom pacheco
“No secÂond acts in AmerÂiÂcan life.” What nonÂsense! If FitzgerÂald hadÂn’t died, he would have had his secÂond act with The Last Tycoon.
In 1952, ColumÂbia dropped Frank SinaÂtra, and he popped a vocal cord on top of it. As he said years latÂer, “There I was, thirÂty — sevÂen years old, and no one would take my calls.”
In 1960, the best Ronald ReaÂgan could do for himÂself was to be a travÂelÂing spokesman for GE and get the host’s gig for the TV WestÂern antholÂoÂgy, Death ValÂley Tales.
In 1939, some HolÂlyÂwood trade jourÂnal declared Katharine HepÂburn to be “box office poiÂson.” She had to go back to BroadÂway to try to restart her career.
In 1933, conÂvinced he had no real potenÂtial, TwenÂtiÂeth CenÂtuÂry Fox dropped Humphrey BogÂaÂrt.
In 1962, everyÂone took it for grantÂed that Richard Nixon was thorÂoughÂly washed up.
AmerÂiÂca is the land of secÂond acts. It does take heart, which, his sad fans must recÂogÂnize, Dr ThompÂson lacked.
Would be interÂestÂing to see his take on today’s politÂiÂcal scene.when the going gets weird the weird turn pro.