I really, really tried to like this book. I have read a couple of HSThompson's journalism pieces and long-form non-fiction writing and I think he is very talented writer. However, this books also shows him to be an excruciating narcissis. I think the thing that annoyed me so much about this book was how clever HSThompson actually thinks he is. I really got the impression that he would think everything he wrote was just so clever, and it really isn't. I can kind of hear him telling these stories and then waiting for his audience to laugh uproariously and being maybe a little stunned if they don't. Not a great book. Personally, I'd probably just read HSThompson's Wikipedia page and that would tell me as much about him as if want to know. This book just did not do it for me at all.

As a side note: I've really gone off reading any kind of bio/autobiography especially about people whose work or careers I admire. I have always found at the end of these bio/autobiographies that I am so jaded with who the person is and it just discourages me. I think this will probably be my last bio/autobio for a while. For me, I think the less I know about the people I admire, about people whose talent I admire, the better.