This book left me feeling pretty much exactly the way other books by and about HST have left me feeling: regaled, repelled, and reflective. The man was clearly an eccentric, and a creative force, but there's something about HST that always leaves me feeling a bit sad. A good complement to this book is "The Proud Highway", which I feel offers HST fans more insight into his character. This one has its own rhythm, which I did get into, but it's a bit of a surface read.
There were glimpses in this book of my "favourite" HST, which is the one who offers sharp, funny, and poetic turns of phrase, and who had a definite sensitivity to the world. A great quote at the end of the book:
"My main luxury in those years - a necessary luxury, in fact - was the ability to work in and out of my home-base fortress in Woody Creek. It was a very important psychic anchor to me, a crucial grounding point where I always knew I had love, friends, & good neighbors. It was like my personal Lighthouse that I could see from anywhere in the world - no matter where I was, or how weird & crazy I got, everything would be okay if I could just make it home. When I made that hairpin turn up the hill onto Woody Creek Road, I knew I was safe." - Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in America