After that much buildup you'd think I'd be in for a letdown but Hunter did not disappoint. Yes, we are on a first name basis. I've had a man crush on him since I first watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas stoned out of my mind back when I was 14. If I was going to bang a dead writer that wasn't Russian it'd be him. Hell, he's even been portrayed in film by two of my other long-standing man-crushes Johnny Depp and Bill 'mutha-fuckin' Murray. There's a synergy about the whole thing.
The book is amazing. It's objective, biased, horrifying and profound. At times you feel like you're reading a nature book on some brutish animal and at other times you feel like you're peeking into the soul of all mankind. There is never a dull moment and at times you feel scared for the author. At other times you feel jealous that he's partying with Allen Ginsberg, Ken Kesey and the Hell's Angels while everyone is out of their gourd on LSD.
It was definitely a different time. A time I'd love to visit and this is a book that lets me do just that. Check it out, even if you have to pay full price.