Lettre datée du 3 novembre 1956 adressée à Henry Stites (suite à l'annonce de l'invasion de la Hongrie par les chars soviétique, N.D.L.R.)
Correspondance, 1956
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Lettre datée du 22 septembre 1956 adressée à Gerald "Ching" Tyrell
Correspondance, 1956
Las Vegas parano (), 1972
Las Vegas parano (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream), 1972
Lettre datée du 30 mars 1959 adressée à William Faulkner
Correspondance, 1959
Lettre datée du 22 mars 1960 adressée à Angus Cameron
Correspondance, 1960
Texte écrit en 1955 par Hunter Thompson "Sécurité", paru dans The Spectator, bulletin annuel de la Athenaeum Literary Association de Louisville
Correspondance, 1955
Correspondance, 1961
Lettre datée du 30 août 1959 adressée à William J. Kennedy (Kennedy était alors rédacteur en chef du San Juan Star à Porto Rico, et dut d'abord répondre par refus à la demande d'embauche de Thompson, dans laquelle il faisait allusion à une conception du journalisme de Joseph Pulitzer dont un extrait est reproduit sur une plaque de bronze figurant sur la tour du Times à New York. Kennedy répondra par une proposition dans une lettre qu'il signera "Intestinalement vôtre, William J. Kennedy". La correspondance entre les deux hommes durera plus de quarante ans, N.D.L.R.)
Correspondance, 1959
Cotes sur le temps de Hunter S. Thompson
Lettre datée du 28 octobre 1960 adressée à Sandy Conklin
Correspondance, 1960
Las Vegas parano (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream), 1972
Lettre datée du 1er octobre 1958 adressée à Jack Scott du Vancouver Sun (il s'agit en effet d'une lettre de motivation écrite en état d'ébriété, N.D.L.R.)
Correspondance, 1958
Hunter S. Thompson: Citations en anglais
“Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.”
Hunter S. Thompson
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The Curse of Lono
Source: The Curse of Lono
1990s, He Was A Crook (1994)
Contexte: These are harsh words for a man only recently canonized by President Clinton and my old friend George McGovern — but I have written worse things about Nixon, many times, and the record will show that I kicked him repeatedly long before he went down. I beat him like a mad dog with mange every time I got a chance, and I am proud of it. He was scum.
Letter to Arch Gerhart (29 January 1958), p. 106
1990s, The Proud Highway : The Fear and Loathing Letters Volume I (1997)
Contexte: Events of the past two years have virtually decreed that I shall wrestle with the literary muse for the rest of my days. And so, having tasted the poverty of one end of the scale, I have no choice but to direct my energies toward the acquisition of fame and fortune. Frankly, I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left me.
“Chicago was the End of the Sixties, for me.”
2000s, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century (2004)
Contexte: Now, years later, I still have trouble when I think about Chicago ('68). That week at the Convention changed everything I'd ever taken for granted about this country and my place in it... Everytime I tried to tell somebody what happened in Chicago I began crying, and it took me years to understand why... Chicago was the End of the Sixties, for me.
1990s, The Rum Diary (1998)
Contexte: Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles — a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other — that kept me going.
Hunter S. Thompson
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The Great Shark Hunt
Gonzo Papers, Vol. 1: The Great Shark Hunt: Strange Tales from a Strange Time (1979)
1970s
Contexte: Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men's reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.
1990s, He Was A Crook (1994)
Contexte: Some people will say that words like scum and rotten are wrong for Objective Journalism — which is true, but they miss the point. It was the built-in blind spots of the Objective rules and dogma that allowed Nixon to slither into the White House in the first place. He looked so good on paper that you could almost vote for him sight unseen. He seemed so all-American, so much like Horatio Alger, that he was able to slip through the cracks of Objective Journalism. You had to get Subjective to see Nixon clearly, and the shock of recognition was often painful.
Source: Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga
“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.”
Hunter S. Thompson
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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Source: 1970s, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1971)
Contexte: We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive..." 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. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
“I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.”
Hunter S. Thompson
The Rum Diary
Source: The Rum Diary
1960s, Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs (1966)
1990s, The Rum Diary (1998)
Letter to Lieutenant Colonel Frank Campbell (29 November 1957), p. 76
1990s, The Proud Highway : The Fear and Loathing Letters Volume I (1997)
“Ed: Rip up the streets?
HST: With jackhammers.
Ed: With jackhammers?”
1970s, Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72 (1973)
2000s, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century (2004)
1990s, The Rum Diary (1998)
2000s, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century (2004)
“If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up.”
BankRate.com Interview (1 November 2004) http://www.bankrate.com/brm/news/investing/20041101a1.asp
2000s
“All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.
Remembered line from a long-
forgotten poem”
Source: Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga
1970s, Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72 (1973)
Contexte: We've come to a point where every four years this national fever rises up — this hunger for the Saviour, the White Knight, the Man on Horseback — and whoever wins becomes so immensely powerful, like Nixon is now, that when you vote for President today you're talking about giving a man dictatorial power for four years. I think it might be better to have the President sort of like the King of England — or the Queen — and have the real business of the presidency conducted by... a City Manager-type, a Prime Minister, somebody who's directly answerable to Congress, rather than a person who moves all his friends into the White House and does whatever he wants for four years. The whole framework of the presidency is getting out of hand. It's come to the point where you almost can't run unless you can cause people to salivate and whip each other with big sticks. You almost have to be a rock star to get the kind of fever you need to survive in American politics.
Better than Sex (22 August 1994)
1990s
Contexte: There are a lot of ways to practice the art of journalism, and one of them is to use your art like a hammer to destroy the right people — who are almost always your enemies, for one reason or another, and who usually deserve to be crippled, because they are wrong. This is a dangerous notion, and very few professional journalists will endorse it — calling it "vengeful" and "primitive" and "perverse" regardless of how often they might do the same thing themselves. "That kind of stuff is opinion," they say, "and the reader is cheated if it's not labelled as opinion." Well, maybe so. Maybe Tom Paine cheated his readers and Mark Twain was a devious fraud with no morals at all who used journalism for his own foul ends. And maybe H. L. Mencken should have been locked up for trying to pass off his opinions on gullible readers and normal "objective journalism." Mencken understood that politics — as used in journalism — was the art of controlling his environment, and he made no apologies for it. In my case, using what politely might be called "advocacy journalism," I've used reporting as a weapon to affect political situations that bear down on my environment.
“The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.”
1970s, Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72 (1973)
Contexte: So much for Objective Journalism. Don't bother to look for it here — not under any byline of mine; or anyone else I can think of. With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.
1960s, Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs (1966)
Contexte: My face looked like it had been jammed into the spokes of a speeding Harley, and the only thing keeping me awake was the spastic pain of a broken rib. It had been a bad trip... fast and wild in some moments, slow and dirty in others, but on balance it looked like a bummer. On my way back to San Francisco, I tried to compose a fitting epitaph. I wanted something original, but there was no escaping the echo of Mistah Kurtz' final words from the heart of darkness: "The horror! The horror!... Exterminate all the brutes!"
