Fare thee well, HST

For my final year of JC (aka high school for Americans or sixth form for Brits), I took a class where you could design your own reading list and basically set the syllabus. So I decided to do "American novels of the mid-20th century", and these were my books:
  • Saul Bellow, Henderson the Rain King
  • William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
  • Richard Farina, Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me
  • Jack Kerouac, On the Road
  • Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
  • Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
  • Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  • Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
  • Thomas Pynchon, V
  • Hubert Selby Jr., Last Exit to Brooklyn
  • Tom Wolfe, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
and with a list like that of course I'd have:
  • Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
So goodbye to a man whose writing said a lot to at least one kid growing up in Singapore. (Incidentally, it's great to see a Paul Krassner quote in that obit: "He may have died relatively young but he made up for it in quality if not quantity of years")


Anonymous said…
quite freaky really, i was actually reading his book 'fear and loathing' right now. yikes.

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