Gonzo: The Life of Hunter S. Thompson

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Hailed everywhere as a brilliant biography, GONZO is a startling portrait of Hunter S. Thompson, the genius who spent a lifetime channeling his energy and insight into such landmark works as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas--and revolutionized the art of writing. In their own words, an incredible array of stars--Sonny Barger, Jack Nicholson, Ralph Steadman, Jimmy Buffett, Anjelica Huston, Marilyn Manson, Jimmy Carter, and many more--bring into vivid focus Thompson's creative frenzies, love affairs, drug use, and, ...
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Overview

Hailed everywhere as a brilliant biography, GONZO is a startling portrait of Hunter S. Thompson, the genius who spent a lifetime channeling his energy and insight into such landmark works as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas--and revolutionized the art of writing. In their own words, an incredible array of stars--Sonny Barger, Jack Nicholson, Ralph Steadman, Jimmy Buffett, Anjelica Huston, Marilyn Manson, Jimmy Carter, and many more--bring into vivid focus Thompson's creative frenzies, love affairs, drug use, and, ultimately, his tragic suicide. As Thompson was fond of saying, "Buy the ticket, take the ride."

"Gonzo...is no hagiography, and it is in its unflinching look at this singular character in American letters as fearless-if not more so-as anything Thompson ever dared write....The most comprehensive picture of Thompson so far, and...likely the best we'll ever get." --Patrick Beach, Austin American-Statesman

"A fond and exhilarating look back at the wild man of American journalism, put together by a couple of guys who were pretty close to him." --Billy Heller, New York Post

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Joe Klein
Hunter Thompson was always much more, and sometimes a bit less, than the sum of his ribald public persona. In compiling this oral history, Jann Wenner and Corey Seymour could easily have succumbed to the same temptation that Hunter did: to celebrate the myth, to recount a numbing parade of hilarious, drug-addled Hunter stories, and to miss the man. Happily, they have produced a rigorous and honest piece of work. Gonzo is a wonderfully entertaining chronicle of Hunter's wild ride, but it is also a detailed, painful account of his self-destructive immersions; the brutality he visited upon his wife, Sandy; and the anguish of a life that veered from inspired performance art to ruinous solipsism.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

Uproarious and unpredictable, this oral biography is a fitting look at the turbulent life of Gonzo journalism pioneer Hunter S. Thompson (1937-2005), a life surrounded by many but understood by few: "always pushing," Thompson "created a kind of inner circle of people who stood the test." That circle is well represented among the volume's many "voices," including ex-wife Sandy Thompson and their son, Juan; longtime collaborator Ralph Steadman; actors Johnny Depp and Jack Nicholson; and old friends Porter Bibb and Ed Bastian. The storytellers provide a great number of angles, bringing forth insight that goes well beyond Thompson's famous love for alcohol and drugs-though they don't neglect the intoxicants, nor the eccentric writer's most obvious quirks (such as his indiscriminate verbal outbursts: "he was always yelling at himself, like 'AAHHH!!! CAZART!!!' "). A rich, rollicking vision of Thompson that highlights his outlandish personality and passion for language ("He started typing out Fitzgerald and Hemingway books word for word . . . he said, 'I just like to get the feel of how it is to write those words.' "), Wenner and Seymour's work also encompasses the unlikely transition of Gonzo from radical, reactionary style du jour to culture-defining literature: "Only a handful of writers in a generation can pull that off, and Hunter transcended his competition." This fine, fond biography amuses, inspires, outrages and haunts at all the right moments-and sometimes all at once. (Nov.)

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The difference between The Gonzo Way: The Life of Hunter S. Thompson, Anita Thompson's 112-page sketch of her late gonzo journalist husband, and this 512-page biography by Wenner (founder, Rolling Stone) and Seymour, Hunter S. Thompson's former assistant, is mainly that one is written by a disciple-turned-wife who knew her drug-damaged subject only for the last few years of his life, while the other is by 100 wonderfully varied friends and equals, some of whom knew Thompson since their childhood together in Louisville, KY. The contributors to Wenner and Seymour's comparatively more measured and convincing study make a lively mosaic of modern American life: they include, e.g., President Jimmy Carter; novelist Tom Wolfe; Hunter S. Thompson's son with his first wife, Juan; illustrator/Thompson collaborator Ralph Steadman; the late TV correspondent Ed Bradley; and actor Johnny Depp, who wrote the introduction. But they also include myriad other, less famous but equally articulate friends and associates who here share their own takes on Thompson. A full, complete picture of this complex countercultural hero; highly recommended for all large public libraries, even those already having their share of volumes by and about Thompson.
—Charles C. Nash

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316005289
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 10/20/2008
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 635,856
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Jann S. Wenner is the founder, owner and editor of Rolling Stone magazine. He is also the head of Wenner Media, which includes such magazines as US Weekly and Men's Journal. He lives in Manhattan.

Corey Seymour is a writer and editor who came to know Hunter Thompson while working as his New York-based assistant during his tenure at Rolling Stone in the early nineties. He lives in Brooklyn.

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Gonzo


By Jann Wenner Corey Seymour

Little, Brown and Company

Copyright © 2007 Wenner Media, LLC
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-316-00527-2


Chapter One

Coming of Age in Louisville

We had guns in our cars. We shot houses, mailboxes, garbage cans. We shoplifted. We broke into liquor stores. We'd jimmy a lock or break a window. I never paid a hotel bill when I was with Hunter. We'd just go out the window or the fire escape.

SANDY THOMPSON (now Sondi Wright) met Hunter in 1958 and was married to him for seventeen years.

Hunter was born different - very different. His mother, Virginia, and I talked a lot many, many years ago about Hunter as a little boy. He was angry. He was charming. He was a lot of trouble. And what I always used to say - which is interesting, in light of the end of his life - was that he shot out of the womb angry. And then he left that same way.

NEVILLE BLAKEMORE grew up with Hunter in the Highlands neighborhood of Louisville, Kentucky.

My grandmother owned a house a block away from Hunter's. I couldn't tell you the first time I met him; I just knew about him.

It was a neighborhood in which people would sit on the porch and talk to the people walking by. Washing was hung in the backyard to dry, and ironing was done with flatirons heated on stoves. Everybody knew everybody - the generations knew everybody, everybody knew the help, and so on. In the afternoon we'd listen to radio programs like Superman and Sky King. Television did not exist.

Hunter's dad, Jack, was born in Horse Cave, Kentucky, in 1893 and came to Louisville with his three brothers when his widowed mother moved here. His first wife, who was from eastern Kentucky, died in 1923 - two years after their first and only child, Jack Jr., was born. Jack Jr. was raised by his maternal grandmother in Greenup, Kentucky, so he wasn't around much. And he was a lot older; he served in World War II and Korea.

Mr. Thompson was a tallish man with glasses and gray hair combed straight back. He had served in World War I, and he was stern. Hunter's mother was Virginia Ray, who Jack married in 1935, and her mother was named - well, we called her Memo. Hunter was Jack and Virginia's first child - born on July 18, 1937. Mr. Thompson was an insurance agent, and Memo helped with raising the children and was always around the house. She'd read to us.

DEBORAH FULLER was Hunter's personal assistant from 1982 to 2003.

Hunter's mother told me that he was born a night owl. She cursed him for that - "Oh God, he never slept at the same time as his brothers." But Virginia loved him and was very proud of him. She told me he was very charismatic as a young man, even as a boy. Kids - boys and girls - would come around to the house and sit on the front steps to wait to walk to school with Hunter. But she also said that he was a feisty one - that he got in trouble quite a bit.

NEVILLE BLAKEMORE

My parents didn't like my hanging around with him - even when we were pretty young. They thought he was a bully. I think they may have been right. But we always wanted to go over to his house. Hunter was a magnet. There was always something going on. We had toy soldiers and we'd play these huge war games. World War II was a big influence. We'd play Germans and Japanese, and have battles all over the neighborhood. People would have cardboard guns and cap pistols and backpacks and helmet liners. Some guys had BB guns.

Hunter got his interest in guns from another neighbor, Joe Bell. Joe understood firearms when he came out of the womb. He loved them, and he always had the latest thing.

Hunter would go over to another friend's house, and behind the street where this friend lived was Bear Grass Creek and a culvert. A lot of African Americans lived on the other side of the creek. Hunter and his group would shoot these guys with BB guns and hurl racial insults, and the black guys would finally have enough and swarm down into the culvert and up the wall, and Hunter and the others would retreat into their friend's house and hide. They'd start these little mini-race wars.

Everybody had bicycles. Hunter used to ride his bike around the neighborhood, shooting matches with a clothespin shooter. You could make a shooter out of just a clothespin and a rubber band and a "strike anywhere" match, and all you have to do is squeeze the thing and out shoots a lit match. People used to burn their leaves in the fall, and they'd rake them into the gutters first. But Hunter would ride around the neighborhood and shoot these things into the leaves and start fires all over the Highlands.

Another time, when I was twelve or thirteen, I had all the neighbor kids over for lunch, and we played soldiers in the backyard. Hunter stole a bunch of my soldiers. I figured it out that night, and it really hurt me. My father said, "Well, I'm very sorry, but it shouldn't be that much of a surprise, because that's the kind of guy he is." That for me meant, "Okay, he's fun to be around, but be careful."

GERALD TYRRELL also grew up a block away from Hunter.

Our group would go to Cherokee Park to play football, or go to the basketball courts, or grab a dime and go downtown to the movies - we would go all over the place - but going to the library and reading books was always given equal billing. Hunter would say, "Let's go to the library," and seven or eight of us would grab our bikes and ride down. It'd be all grab - ass and being rowdy and loud marching up the steps of the library, and then we'd be quiet as church mice inside and each pick out a book and sit down and read for a couple of hours, and then put the books back and leave and be rowdy and grab - ass and ride our bikes home. And it wasn't just on rainy days. It was year - round.

PORTER BIBB grew up with Hunter in Louisville.

I first met him when we were eleven or twelve. Louisville then was a very elitist town, and very small. Geographically it's midwestern, but we all thought of it as very southern.

He lived in a slightly decaying middle - class neighborhood. It had been a prominent upper - middle - class part of the city, but it was within walking distance of downtown, and the city had gone out to the country by the time we were growing up. His mother, Virginia, was a wonderful, very intelligent, very hospitable lady who worked as a librarian. She looked like Betty Crocker. Hunter also had two younger brothers, Davison and Jim.

SANDY THOMPSON

He was very good - looking, tall, slender. He had this wonderful gait - and just a tremendous power of seduction. And he knew this very early on: how he could seduce not just women but men, children - anybody he really wanted to.

LOU ANN ILER was Hunter's high school sweetheart.

I was a new student at Highland Junior High when I met Hunter in ninth grade, in 1951. He was at my locker between classes, and before I knew it he rode home on the bus with me, and then he carried my books; he put his arm around me. It was a very innocent time. We'd go to the movies, which was only twenty - five cents a person - even with popcorn and a Coke you could have a very nice date for a dollar - and we would go to high school football games or walk from my house to the ice - cream shops. Sometimes we got around on the bus, or he had older friends who drove and we double - dated with them. Afterward he would drop me off at my house and say good - night, but once I arrived at my door, my mother knew I was home and she set a time limit: five minutes, and that was it. So after we said good - bye, Hunter would throw pebbles at my bedroom window, and he would stand outside my window and we would talk for another forty - five minutes or an hour.

He was very charming and handsome, and had wonderful manners, and treated me very well. I wouldn't take any guff from him, and I think he liked that. And I could out - stare him, which used to annoy him greatly. He had a lot of energy - I wouldn't call it sexual energy at that point, because it was ninth grade, in the fifties - but he was different from the other young men I dated. There was just a presence about him. And, yes, he would draw attention to himself.

In our sophomore year we were double- dating at a neighborhood theater called the Bard. Afterward he told me that he was going to go with the other couple, and he'd be back. In a few minutes, up drove a car with this little old lady in the back, all dressed up, screaming, "Help me! Help me! I'm being kidnapped!" Well, it was Hunter. He had dressed in his mother's clothes - he had a hat and a veil, and he had on her stockings rolled down to his knee, and he was screeching in this high voice. Well, I got so mad, because it called so much attention to himself. I started walking home, with Hunter following me in the car, hanging out the back window, shouting, "Please get in the car.... I promise I'll never do this to you again." I walked all the way home.

We dated through that summer, and then we both went to Atherton [High School] in our sophomore year. Hunter was there for about six weeks, and then something happened - I don't know what - and he immediately went to another school. One day he was there and the next day he was at Male High School. I didn't see him for a while, and I started dating other people, but he kept coming in and out of my life. He would show up unexpectedly at my house.

PORTER BIBB

There were basically four schools. There was Male for the white males who were going to college. There was Manual for the guys who were not going to college and were going to be manual laborers or blue-collar workers. There was St. Xavier for the Catholics and Central High for the blacks. Male, though, was really an extraordinary place, even though it was a public high school. We had people teaching there who had turned down tenure at Yale and Princeton.

GERALD TYRRELL

Hunter went to Highland Junior High School and then Atherton High School for a semester, and then down to Male. It wasn't long before he joined the Castlewood Athletic Club and later the Athenaeum Literary Association. Those were the two organizations that shaped all our young lives - particularly Hunter's.

To get into both Castlewood and, later, the Athenaeum, you had to rush. Hunter loved to pledge people. One of the things he liked best was to have pledges throw "fits." We'd go into a restaurant, and all of a sudden on his command you'd throw an epileptic fit and scream and roll on the floor and carry on. Sooner or later they'd have to call either the police or the ambulance, and you'd have to run off. Hunter would be outside just doubled over laughing.

We were all very keen on athletics. We hired coaches and we played football against other teams in other parts of the city, and we generally won. Hunter played end, and I played tackle. In basketball we played in the city fifteen - and - under league. Three out of four years we won the league championship.

One of Hunter's big disappointments was that he didn't grow in the ninth and tenth grades, when he was fifteen and sixteen. He was short. It wasn't until his junior year that he grew - maybe three or four inches. But by that time it was all over - he was a smoker and a drinker, and he wasn't the athlete that he really wanted to be.

His best friend from his early days was probably Duke Rice. He was a skinny kid and not all that tall, and suddenly he shot up to be six- six or six - seven and got a basketball scholarship to the Citadel, where he was the only player of the time who was able to shut down Jerry West. Duke was the athlete that Hunter always wanted to be. And Hunter's little brother Davison was an All - American high school football player and went to Vanderbilt on a football scholarship. Hunter was surrounded by guys who had the sports dream, and he was really the best of all of us growing up in any of these sports - and then he stayed a little kid at the critical time, and then two years later it was too late to catch up.

Since Hunter couldn't be an athlete, he had to turn his energies to something else - and he turned it to social activities based around various shapes of bottles. Now when we took the bus downtown to the orange bars for hot dogs and orange drinks, we'd put gin in our drinks and go to the movies.

DOUG BRINKLEY is the literary executor of the Hunter S. Thompson estate and the editor of three volumes of his letters.

He learned that he could essentially become a leader or a bully by verbal extravagance and by doing the most outrageous pranks - that he could become cooler than the football quarterback or the head of some glib Kentucky high school club by being a wild - ass maverick ready to find the weaknesses in somebody and rip them to shreds. It gave him the upper hand.

GERALD TYRRELL

Hunter was the most charismatic natural leader I've ever been subjected to. I could walk into a room with him, and everybody would gravitate to Hunter. He just had a way about him. He was very appealing to all the girls, and he was a cutie. It was probably his mother's training: He was very nice to girls, almost chivalrous, really.

DOUG BRINKLEY

It's not easy for a working-class woman to raise three boys full of testosterone when you don't have a support system for it. So she turned to gin. Add to that the fact that Hunter at a young age had a bit of a deformity with his legs - the bowlegged walk that people would imitate later was there when he was young - and it kept him from being the sports star he wanted to be. It wasn't just that one leg was longer than the other - he had a bit of a pain problem with his back and spine, a birth defect in a sense. He didn't cultivate that distinctive walk that he had. He couldn't help it. He turned it into an asset, but he always thought of it as a deficit. And Hunter quickly learned that you can be made fun of when you have a deformity, and the way to not be made fun of is to take the Nietzschean offensive and lash out before you can even be hit, and get people afraid of you. He was railing after bullies or the people that he thought were screwing the little guy.

LOU ANN ILER

Hunter's father died in July between our freshman and sophomore years. Hunter showed up on my doorstep - I had a large porch - and sat for hours, not saying too much. One of the loneliest things I've ever seen was Hunter walking away from my porch to catch the bus on the night his father died. It was dark, and the streetlight was on. He wasn't openly emotional, but I held his hand. He had decided that he needed to be here.

SANDY THOMPSON

Hunter's father had been, from what I heard from Hunter's friends, quite a strict disciplinarian. So I'm guessing that he held Hunter in check. And then he was gone. Virginia became an alcoholic. And even though Hunter was drinking then, he hated Virginia's drinking.

DOUG BRINKLEY

Hunter never really liked Jack Kerouac's On the Road - he thought the writing was kind of sloppy and romantic and oversentimental? but he told me he thought Kerouac was a genius for two things: discovering Neal Cassady, whom Hunter thought was flat - out amazing, and using the literary construct of "looking for the lost dad I never had." Neal was never properly raised by a father. He didn't even know whether his dad was alive or dead, and the notion of a young son who never had a dad, looking for his biological father, appealed to Hunter a great deal. Hunter didn't get to know his father, and at times this loss would burst out as oedipal anger, but underneath it all was just a deep longing for the dad he never had and an unanswerable question of how knowing him could have made his life richer and different. He had to figure it all out on his own.

His mother stayed on top of Hunter and his brothers the best that she could, and it was her bringing books home from the library like Huck Finn and White Fang and making her boys read that turned Hunter into a writer. Hunter had a criminal cast to his mind, and he would have become a criminal if not for the literature that his mother infused into their household.

PORTER BIBB

Louisville had what we called literary societies, but they were basically social clubs. The one that Hunter and I were in, the Athenaeum Literary Association, was 125 years old and very prestigious. We would meet every Saturday night for several hours, wear suits and ties, and different members would stand in front of the rest of the group and read something they'd written and be critiqued. After the meeting was over, you took off your tie and your jacket and went out and raised a lot of hell and got drunk.

NEVILLE BLAKEMORE

We published The Spectator, a literary magazine, and we'd put on a spring dance and a Christmas dance in the Crystal Ballroom at the Brown Hotel to raise money. Our dances were followed by breakfast - it was an excuse to stay up all night. And we'd have hill parties - there was a hill in Cherokee Park where you could go up on top and build a fire and sit around and sing, with dates.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents


Editor's Note xi Foreword xv Introduction Johnny Depp xxi Chapter 1 Coming of Age in Louisville 3 Chapter 2 An Itinerant Professional 22 Chapter 3 San Francisco, Hells Angels, and Merry Pranksters 75 Chapter 4 Freak Power in the Rockies 93 Chapter 5 The Golden Age of Gonzo 120 Chapter 6 A New Voice on the Campaign Trail 153 Chapter 7 Failed Deadlines and a Failed Marriage 181 Chapter 8 Wreckage in the Fast Lane 224 Chapter 9 Circling the Wagons at Owl Farm 281 Chapter 10 A Writer Resurgent 298 Chapter 11 Vegas Goes to Hollywood 330 Chapter 12 Where Were You When the Fun Stopped? 367 Chapter 13 The End of the Road 412 Cast of Voices 439 Acknowledgments 449 Index 451
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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2013

    Hst book review

    Big fan if hst and have read all his books. If you like this check out ancient gonzo wisdom

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  • Posted March 20, 2013

    Superior reading for lovers of offbeat personalities!

    Nothing gives you a more well rounded perspective of an individual more than the people who dealt with them on a constant personal basis. This book is chalk full of stories and antidotes by those who loved, admired and were exasperated by Hunter Thompson. My only complaint is that the book ended.

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  • Posted December 29, 2010

    His was Stream of Consciousness

    Decent fare, Gonzo was a mainstay for me in college inn the early 70's

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  • Posted March 15, 2010

    "One hell of a trip!"

    I was pleasantly surprised to find this book on the bargain rack for 8 dollars at my local B&N store. I couldn't believe it! Hard cover! What a find.
    I had previously read/watched/enjoyed thoroughly Fear and Loathing and the Interviews book that I can't seem to remember the name of right now. Just recently I've started to delve into the magical, wisdom encrusted words of Hunter S. Thompson and he never fails to grab me by the proverbial balls.
    In all honesty when I read the introduction penned by Depp I was almost moved to tears. I'm almost ashamed to admit it. That's not coming from someone who is easily sapped. Nor is that coming from someone who praises/worships Depp any time I can because he's some hotshot, good looking Hollywood actor. The guy can write. He dug deep and spewed his guts onto the page. A few people involved in this book did.
    Right off the bat you can tell the kind of remarkable impact Mr. Thompson had on those around him. The personal, uncensored accounts of his life really piece together his personality and nature, I felt like I sat with him BSing for hours by the end of the book. The writing was very vivid and detailed. Only furthered is my admiration and understanding of Gonzo journalism and the monster behind it. In my eyes he can really do no wrong. Sure he has his faults and made mistakes but after all, he's only a human.
    Gonzo did a great job of making Mr. Thompson relatable and in turn extremely inspirational. Maybe it isn't completely impossible obtaining what you really want out of life. Mr. Thompson fulfilled his dreams while being uncompromising, truthful and at times completely nuts. The man had audacity of sharp steel and broken glass. I could go on for hours but I won't.
    I agree with many reviewers here that Jann Wenner came off as bitter and even judgmental. As if the score was never really settled between him and Mr. Thompson. Sure this book is supposed to offer you a view of every aspect including the damning but Wenner took that ball and ran with it. I think he was milking for reaction/money at times. But if you take a look at what Rolling Stone magazine has become you can't blame Wenner for being a little frustrated and resentful. Maybe Mr. Thompson's career is a source of envy for him.
    At any rate, pick this book up. I couldn't put the book down and spent many a late night reading only to wake up early and drag my ass to work. Well worth it though.
    Long live the words of Hunter S. Thompson.

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