Hunter S. Thompson isn't a despicable man. He's not wicked, depraved oreven immoral. Quite how anyone could glean that he was after readingKingdom of Fear is utterly beyond me. In fact, you'd have to bebreathtakingly ignorant and misguided not to finish this book withoutholding Thompson in very high regard indeed.
You might not agree withhis unreserved castigation of The Bush family. You'll probably frown atThompson's casual references to illegal drugs. You've every right todisapprove of his fondness for firearms. He is, by his own admission, anOutlaw, but you will surely still finish this book extolling hisimpeccable virtues as a vicious, ferocious protector of Justice, Honestyand Human Rights - three qualities being rapidly eroded in modernsociety.
The key to the appeal of this book, and of Thompson as anauthor and journalist, is the quality of his writing; sharp and caustic,often rambling but always articulate and soulfully expressive. Sure - itcomes at you fast and you might not pick it all up. But don't worry - juststrap yourself in and prepare to be sucked in to a weird, hallucinogenicworld where nothing, nothing is the least bit normal.
Sweet ValleyHigh, I know you're going to enjoy it, friend. Trust me.