This has been on my 'must read soon' list since i bought it back in 2009. What made me shove it to the top of the list was that boyfriend wanted us to watch the film, and I'm one of those annoying people that doesn't watch the film 'til I've read the book. (I also always stay in the cinema til the end of the credits). Fear and Loathing is one of those books that is held in high regard by the punk-readers, the ironic-shirted wannabe writers who go on week-long trips to the middle of nowhere to 'get inspired'. Not that that's a bad thing, but I am always a little bit skeptical of things that people really really love.
Fear and Loathing, however, deserves the love that it gets. Although it did not completely pull me in, it did entertain me. I love the kind of phrases Thompson uses:
'Here they were arguing with every piece of leverage they could command, for a room they'd already paid for and suddenly their whole act gets side-swiped by some crusty drifter who looks like something out of an upper-Michigan hobo jungle.'
The odd way the language flows and the left field humour connects it all together and makes you feel like you are on one big trip. Which i think is kind of the point.
i don't think i read it at the right time (or am possibly not the right kind of person) to really get the most out of this book. yes i liked it, but i don't love it. I'm looking forward to watching the movie though.
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