"For fuck’s sake, let me rest in peace, you slobbering jackals!"
It goes without saying that Hunter S. Thompson was (and continues to be) something of a "crazy-wisdom guru" to writers, especially those with a political conscience. Personally, I find the innuendo surrounding his legacy a little off-putting. Can’t we just let the man’s still-potent prose speak for itself?
But what fun would that be? American culture feeds off the spoiled carcasses of its onetime icons.
Anita Thompson, HST’s wife at the time of his death, is rankled by the publication of Gonzo: The Life & Times of Hunter S. Thompson. The book, which collects interviews with HST friends, associates, lovers and colleagues, is published by Rolling Stone honcho and onetime HST editor Jann Wenner. Anita believes Wenner has an axe to grind, having never forgiven his star reporter for quitting the publication that helped make his name. (I recall Hunter’s byline being on the RS masthead right up until his death, but whatevs.)
AT is also claiming poverty. Better hurry up and make another movie!