Tuesday, March 01, 2005
"One can be sorry that Hunter Thompson died as he did, but not sorry, surely, that he stopped writing." That's how William F. Buckley summed up Hunter Thompson in this column.
It appears that Buckley grappled with the best way to eulogize Hunter Thompson. Two writers he greatly admires (Tom Wolfe and his son, Christopher Buckley) are big Thompson fans. WFB can't see it. And neither can I.
He asks the same question I asked when told about Hunter S. Thompson's deeper truths: "What deeper truths?"
"Thompson had a gift for vitriol. All — everything — was subsumed in his exercise of that art," Buckley later wrote.
OK, WFB agrees with me. Derrick is conspicuously silent, probably just trying to maintain stoicism in defeat.
I win.
It appears that Buckley grappled with the best way to eulogize Hunter Thompson. Two writers he greatly admires (Tom Wolfe and his son, Christopher Buckley) are big Thompson fans. WFB can't see it. And neither can I.
He asks the same question I asked when told about Hunter S. Thompson's deeper truths: "What deeper truths?"
"Thompson had a gift for vitriol. All — everything — was subsumed in his exercise of that art," Buckley later wrote.
OK, WFB agrees with me. Derrick is conspicuously silent, probably just trying to maintain stoicism in defeat.
I win.
