Currently, I am re-reading this work. Why? Because this author was truly remarkable. This collection of 'journalism' was penned during the period leading up to his prime. Sadly, it seems that after the mid-seventies, he lost some of his creative spark.
Reading the piece about the killing of Rueben Salazar and the riots had a profound impact on me. It feels as if these events are happening all over again in the present.
The way he describes his creative process, feeding his work up the'mojo wire' under intense deadline pressure (always with that Chekhov's gun element). His descriptions of his tools, the various typewriters he used, create a sense of crazy nervous energy.
While reading, you can tell when he goes off on a wild tangent. But these are actually the best parts, as they reveal the harsh, hidden truth far more effectively than any straightforward 'just the facts' account.
While reading 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' may elicit a belly laugh on every page, 'The Great Shark Hunt' will have you chuckling snidely. There are also a few truly hilarious segments.
The humor serves to mask the fact that we are all doomed and it's our own doing. Selah.