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This mortal sin condemns him to hell, but he manages to survive and returns to earth. Though he’s been given a second chance at life, he can’t seem to ditch his self-destructive bent, courting danger as a freelance demon-hunter and smoking himself to lung cancer. Now, facing death a second time, he agrees to help the lovely but pushy detective Angie (Rachel Weisz) unravel her sister’s suicide...
...soon as the word got out that Hunter S. “Doc” Thompson had shot himself, obituaries and retrospectives poured out, online and in print. Some were shitty (The Village Voice). Some were fantastic (Tom Wolfe for the Wall Street Journal). All spoke to the creative force of his demiurgic persona, to his self-characterization, and to his embodiment of Nixon-era counter-culture. But all paled in comparison to the full-throttled elegy he would have scribed...
Annie M. Lowrey is an Associate Editor for FM. She is sad that Hunter S. Thompson is dead...
...this moment in our checkered cultural history, when buff young hotties eat cockroaches on Fear Factor just to get on TV, it's comforting to think about HUNTER S. THOMPSON, somebody for whom extreme behavior was neither a pose nor a ploy. Thompson, who committed suicide on Feb. 20 at his home in Woody Creek, Colo., at the age of 67, was best known for his book Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, an account of a lost week he spent reporting from the gambling capital and succumbing to ranting, hallucinatory, pharmaceutical paranoia. The book is subtitled A Savage Journey...
Appreciation At this moment in our checkered cultural history, when buff young hotties eat cockroaches on Fear Factor just to get on TV, it's comforting to think about HUNTER S. THOMPSON, somebody for whom extreme behavior was neither a pose nor a ploy. Thompson, who committed suicide on Feb. 20 at his home in Woody Creek, Colo., at the age of 67, was best known for his book Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, an account of a lost week he spent reporting from the gambling capital and succumbing to ranting, hallucinatory, pharmaceutical paranoia. The book is subtitled...