I have recently had more than one occasion to quote from the inimitable Hunter S. Thompson, a favorite writer from back in the day who is recently deceased from a lethal overdose of harsh reality.
I was just a sprout when I read Hell’s Angels, Thompson’s first major commercial success. I found the writing extremely entertaining, the author’s skill with language uncanny. I had no idea that he was just getting warmed up for what would become a phenomenal gale of journalistic and literary hyper-excellence the likes of which the world had never seen. By the sheer power of his writing he lifted himself into a whole new category in which he remains the sole member. We’ll not likely see another like him.