February 22, 2005
We report, you dissect?
Ever since I read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas when it was published in excerpts in Rolling Stone magazine, I've always enoyed Hunter S. Thompson's stuff. I was sorry to see him go, and I especially wish he hadn't shot himself, because already his death is being spun as another indictment of evil guns.
And Thompson is being spun as a liberal icon.
Never mind that the guy hated iconology, resented the Trudeau cartoon of him, and above all, wasn't easy to pigeonhole. They'll pigeonhole him anyway.
This morning I saw a perfect example (by sports columnist Phil Sheridan) which got me off my ass enough to at least crank out a blog post. Excerpt:
But his best work was decades behind him. That may have something to do with Thompson's decision to take his own life at age 67. Maybe it was just inevitable, given his famous love of both guns and mind-altering substances.OK stop right there! Here's one faceless blogger who is not about to dissect Thompson or his work. The guy was a great writer, and whether he was entirely accurate in all details is beside the point. His work can speak for itself.
And instead of dissection, why not stick to reporting? Instead of imagining Hunter Thompson's coverage of the 1972 presidential campaign being "dissected by faceless gotcha-bloggers," let's try to imagine something else.
Like, let's imagine Hunter Thompson's thoughts about Bill Clinton even being reported (much less "dissected") by at least one MSM reporter! I've seen plenty of references to what the man said about Nixon, and I have to admit, Thompson was quite adept at spotting the human dark side. It's what I like about him, for God's sake. And I don't have to agree with him to like his writing, not do I need to dissect. For starters, I have too much respect for the deceased.
So here's the unreported, undissected Hunter Thompson on Bill Clinton:
...one of my greatest tactical errors in politics... I don't want to go down in history or have my son read that his father endorsed Clinton two times.(I remember seeing the same quote in the Washington Times in the late 1990s, which was confirmed here.)
NOTE TO JOURNALISTS: do not dissect the above!
Thompson's words must be left exactly as-is!
But speaking of dissection.... in light of the recent hubbub over the precise definition of "journalist," might it be worth asking whether Thompson would have survived journalistic dissection? I refer, of course, to that very pompous term I've seen tossed about by MSM journalists lately -- "credentials":
Thompson abilities as a writer and, more importantly, as a ruthless con man were evident early in his life. He was born July 18, 1937 in Louisville, Kentucky. As a youth, he had several run-ins with the law but was regarded as brilliant by his high school English teacher. Even then he wrote in a sardonic style and constantly attacked the status quo.As a journalist, Thompson didn't need no stinking credentials.
And those who complain about his imaginary dissection at the hands of bloggers should remember that we're all part of the same anatomy lesson . . .
My dark side will really miss Hunter Thompson. Come to think of it, so will my light side....
posted by Eric on 02.22.05 at 08:16 AM
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Classical Values points out that neither the left nor right can lay legitimate claim to Hunter S. Thompson's legacy. I agree, and prefer to just consider him a very unique American. Reform protests in Lebanon and Egypt. OH yeah, and... [Read More] Tracked on February 22, 2005 9:21 AM
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