When four years ago Hunter S. Thompson put a bullet in the back of his throat and through his brain stem—“he couldn’t have placed it better” said the local coroner— he triggered a slow bleed of tributes, biographies and personal accounts that has yet to be stemmed. Since that exclamation…

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Brian McDonald has a great post up on The New York Times “Proof” blog, “Under the Literary Influence,” that tell the story of Hunter S. Thompson setting himself ablaze at Elaine’s while doing flaming shots of Bacardi. McDonald’s essay is generally about his attraction to drunken writers and how, “one book at…

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Choice can be a dangerous thing.

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What more do we need to now about the Good Doctor Hunter S. Thompson that he hasn’t already told us in his writing? That he had a huge appetite for drugs? His predilection for driving hard and fast? That he had a fetish for lipstick?

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Confession: we didn’t think much of Ralph Steadman’s bug-eyed illustrations for Hunter Thompson’s Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas when we first saw them. Maybe it was the drugs we were on. A friend explained it best: “Steadman’s acid trip isn’t my acid trip.”

Sure, Steadman’s drawings for Fear and Loathing, and other of Thompson’s books, had…

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