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The Wave Finally Broke: A Tribute to Hunter S. Thompson

Dead at 67 from a self-inflicted gunshot wound, Hunter S. Thompson leaves behind a legacy of truth — or the desire, at least, to tell it. Hard and often. PopMatters writers dip their collective hats to the man who, in most cases, brought them here.

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Friday, February 25 2005

Transcendence: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

Thompson possessed a singular voice, one influenced by his various delusions perhaps, but not bound to them.


Fear and Loathing in Pittsburgh (or, “These Things Don’t ‘Just Happen’”): Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 193

Hunter spoke his mind. He loved peacocks and firearms. He lived out in Woody Creek in Aspen, Colorado, a town where he almost became sheriff in 1970 when he ran under the Freak Party. Can you imagine if the man had been president?


And Then There Were None…: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

Easy Rider with a pen, Hunter S. Thompson personified the power of journalism by challenging authority on a multitude of fronts.


A Sad Day in February: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

He was a liar, a cheat, a drug addict, an alcoholic, a violent and temperamental person, and he was a brilliant writer -- a funny writer, a creator of masterful, thought provoking analysis and social dissections.


One Less Member in the Too Much Fun Club: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

News today, even when it's basically right-wing propaganda and lies, makes a point of telling you how fair and even and balanced it is. Thompson knew better.


Age: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

Tonight, when I look out my window, I can see the tide mounting again. Thompson obviously saw it too, or maybe it had already crashed over and devoured him.


Fear and Loathing in the Belly of La Chupacabra: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

The problem was the '60s. Even as that hoary decade recedes faster and faster into the past, the red-shift switching to magenta and eventually to a deep painful purple, the echoes of lingering culture war still hang in the air like cordite.


Farewell, My Namesake: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

a gun-toting, drug-ingesting, beyond blue-and-red, sane lunatic.


Doctor, Rest in Peace: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

That shit will get you, one way or another.


Hunter Thompson: The Vultures are Gathering

Thompson's death shatters the illusion of his life, and the first layer of that illusion is that we knew him. What we knew was a mask, a fictionalized self.


The Heart is Now Lonely a Hunter: Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

That Hunter S. Thompson's death is apparently self-inflicted is expectantly unexpected, a sad and disappointing end to not only a breathing American literature objet d'art, but of a life.


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