I’m reading some of Hunter S Thompson’s collected letters again to help swallow down the bitter pill that the gonzo reservoir is just about dry. Sometimes all it takes is a brief missive from Hunter to a mail ordering company, pointing out how inferior their products are (”If the garbage on this coat is leather, I’ll eat it“), to bring a smile to my face.
The really good stuff though tends to be when Hunter is banging heads with someone who is not scared to call him out.
The relationship between him and Oscar Acosta (portrayed in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas as the “300-pound Samoan attorney” Dr Gonzo and played perfectly of course by Benicio del Toro in the Gilliam movie) is a stormy one to say the least. If you don’t own the Criterion DVD of the movie you’re really missing out on a bunch of cool stuff, but perhaps the most interesting extra on there is a look at Acosta, his work and his disappearance.
In an earlier letter Hunter is giving his friend some advice on writing:
Your problem there is that your club hand is dialogue, which used to mean fiction - but if you can teach yourself to use dialogue to tell a topical, non-fiction story you’ll sell it. I guarantee that - but only if you get that goddamn missionary instinct out of your narrative. Let the people tell their own stories; they may surprise you.
There’s a sad line in one letter where Acosta suggests that if they’re still around in the year 2000 maybe they’ll have made a couple of dollars off each other.
As one of my major projects of 2008 is very pulp influenced (maybe entangled is a better word to describe what I’m up to) this is all kinds of awesome:
Having already directed two of my favourite movies (A Tale of Two Sisters and A Bittersweet Life), Kim Ji-Won is now following things up with a western (!). Sort of:
I’m just rewatching the old Vincent Price version, The Last Man on Earth, which I still love. Most people rate The Omega Man a little higher, but odds are they’re both a lot better than the upcoming Will Smith version.
First night in Glasgow we crashed with Boag and then hung out with him again on the way back:
Boag’s a top bloke and currently writing for The Skinny. We first met back in the day on Punk Planet - weird that that place threw up so many friends. Anyway, Boag has now got himself involved with The Evil Eye working on some excellent John Carpenter influenced tunes. From their blog I found these two videos showcasing a couple of tracks from one of my favourite albums, The Director’s Cut by Fantomas:
Easily makes Cape Fear look more watchable (not Scorsese’s best work), but I’d love to watch the whole Godfather trilogy rescored by Mike Patton…
The leg of a captain called Ahab, he took it.
To try and poke this damned whale
Ahab called on Ishmael
But Moby Dick told them all to go ‘Suck it’!
Sorry. That was uncalled for. Following a Tweet from my friend Ben lead me to read a few literary limericks here.
And I couldn’t resist having a go. Besides Moby Dick I penned a quick one for Fight Club too:
No talking: the 1st two rules of our game
But the last thing to learn was my name
Smirking revenge was served cold
As I saw Tyler’s plan unfold
It turns out we were one and the same
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