Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was never a book. It was and is one man's attempt to come to terms with the loneliness of pure perception, unutterable fatigue with, and flight from America's dysfunctional over-indulgence.
Uh -- couldn't it be bitter cultural satire and a BOOK at the same time? Gee those end papers and pages look mighty book-like. Even this CD is ... um... a reading. If I were reading this in a freshman English paper, I'd write melodrama in the margin and take points off for it.
Posted by karen at January 23, 2003 12:00 AM