Review: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

I’m a bit torn on this book. On the one hand, it feels like the account of that friend you had in college who drank a lot and did drugs and went on crazy adventures, and loved to tell you the high exaggerated stories of all the crazy shit he did. 80% of this book is two guys doing every drug imaginable and doing stupid, pointless, reckless things in Vegas. It’s vaguely amusing and vaguely irritating. The other 20% of the book is a commentary on life, American culture, and the world of the 60s/70s. There are some interesting insights and ideas there; some parody; something vaguely amusing and intriguing that I suppose helped make this book famous.

Rating: 3.5 stars