Hunter S. Thompson’s Letters to His Enemies
The great gonzo journalist understood America’s fractured politics long before the rest of us did.
by James Parker
Nov 10, 2019
3 minutes
If letters made sounds when we opened them, sounds expressive of their contents—if, from the freshly unsealed envelope, there rose a lover’s sigh, or an alcoholic belch, or a rasping cough of officialdom—the letters of Hunter S. Thompson would have released, I think, a noise like nearby gunfire. Like the crackle of some endless small-arms engagement. Pop, pop, pop, deep into the night.
I’ve been diving lately into the Thompson correspondence, via Douglasand), because I’m looking for answers. Answers to what? How about: to the huge, throbbing interrogative that is America at the end of 2019. What is happening? Where’s it going? How do you live in it?
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