I just received my advance copy of the late Warren Hinckle’s magnum opus on the also late Hunter S. Thompson. It’s a massive tome, and I have forty pages of comics and commentary along side such luminaries as Johnny Depp, Robert Crumb, William Randolph Hearst III, Paul Krassner, Tom Wolfe, Ralph Steadman, Garry Trudeau and a host of others.
I’m told the bulk of the printing will be arriving in San Francisco from China in a bombproof shipping container strapped to the back of a killer whale sometime after Thanksgiving. I’ll let you know when it will be available for purchase.
Let the good times roll.
Hinckle – “The pioneers of the city included a generous helping of college-educated 19th century peaceniks who were drawn to the polyglot frontier as much by the lack of civil war violence in California as the lure of gold. But gold afforded money aplenty for both gilt and art and 19th century San Francisco became a citadel of conspicuous consumption where there was always money for artists. A century later, the hicks from Antioch had money – porn money, so it was, – to give to artists, in their weapon of choice, cartoonists, those roadside bandits of the art world who were one with the Oakie outlaw mentality. Contemporary San Franciscans since the time of Bill Graham and Jann Wenner were into making money off indigenous artists; the Mitchells were into giving them money.”
Congrats RL!
William Randolph Hearst III? You and Pelline have one thing in common. Maybe the 3 of you can get together someday.
As for who killed Thompson, it seems to me he did a pretty good job all by himself. It’s a wonder he lived as long as he did considering how much alcohol, tobacco, and drugs he
claimed he consumed.