Reissued with a hip new jacket for our summer celebration of Modern Classics first published by Flamingo in the 1970s: Hunter S Thompson’s ether-fuelled, savage journey to the heart of the American Dream.
‘We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold... And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas...’
As knights of old buckled on armour of supernatural power, so Hunter S Thompson enters Las Vegas armed with a veritable arsenal of ‘heinous chemicals’. His perilous, drug-enhanced confrontations with casino operators, bartenders, police officers and assorted representatives of the Silent Majority have a hallucinatory humour and nightmare terror never before seen on the printed page.
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Heralded as the "best book on the dope decade" by the New York Times Book Review, Hunter S. Thompson's documented drug orgy through Las Vegas would no doubt leave Nancy Reagan blushing and D.A.R.E. (US anti-drugs organisation) founders rethinking their motto. Under the pseudonym of Raoul Duke, Thompson travels with his Samoan attorney, Dr. Gonzo, in a souped-up convertible dubbed the "Great Red Shark." In its boot, they hide "two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicoloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers ... A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser [and] a pint of raw ether" which they manage to consume during their short tour.
On assignment from a sports magazine to cover "the fabulous Mint 400"--a free-for-all biker's race in the heart of the Nevada desert--the drug-a-delic duo stumbles through Vegas in hallucinatory hopes of finding the American dream (two truck-stop waitresses tell them it's nearby, but can't remember if it's on the right or the left). They of course never get the story, but they do commit the only sins in Vegas: "burning the locals, abusing the tourists, terrifying the help." For Thompson to remember and pen his experiences with such clarity and wit is nothing short of a miracle; an impressive feat no matter how one feels about the subject matter. A first- rate sensibility twinger, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a pop-culture classic, an icon of an era past and a nugget of pure comedic genius. --Rebekah WarrenReview:
‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a scorching epochal sensation. There are only two adjectives writers care about any more... “brilliant” and “outrageous”... and Hunter Thompson has a freehold on both of them.’ Tom Wolfe
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Book Description Flamingo, 2003. Paperback. Book Condition: New. Bookseller Inventory # P110007161239
Book Description Flamingo. PAPERBACK. Book Condition: New. 0007161239 New Condition. Bookseller Inventory # NEW6.1010940
Book Description Flamingo, 2003. Paperback. Book Condition: New. Bookseller Inventory # DADAX0007161239