The Joke's Over: Bruised Memories: Gonzo, Hunter S. Thompson and Me

by Ralph Steadman

Harcourt

October 2006, 416 pages, $26.00

by John Carvill

Thompson was a fierce and incredibly astute political commentator, but he wasn't entirely cynical.

“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold” remains one of my favorite opening lines. Thompson was wildly uneven but certainly worth remembering. I’ll have to read Steadman’s book, ‘cause no onw can dispute his importance in Thompson’s work.

Comment by Monte Williams — March 8, 2007 @ 11:33 am

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