Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream by Hunter S. Thompson

A journalist and his lawyer head to las Vegas in the hopes of finding The American Dream. Instead they trip on almost every drug known to man on their wild adventure through, Las Vegas.

Is there anything I can say that hasn't already been said about this book? It's hilarious, eye-opening, and a little alarming - remind me never to huff ether. I'm pretty sure I'm the only person over 16 who hadn't read it, but hey, I finally did and it was awesome.

I've never snorted coke, gulped down pills or drunk bottles of alcohol so I guess I can't relate to the shenanigans in this book. In fact, I'm more on the side of the squares who were unfortunate enough to cross paths with Raoul Duke and his attorney, Dr. Gonzo.

Yes, I get it. It is a critique on the death of the American Dream from the counter culture point of view. The Silent Majority, led by President Nixon, ‘won'. But despite the occasional humourous vignettes during the road trip, I simply had no patience for the whole mess. You need to be high or have experienced drug-induced hallucinations to appreciate this book.

Did not finish.

Mostly left me underwhelmed. I didn't hate these guys, despite the obvious jackassery. I didn't really find them that funny, either. This book felt more historically important than compelling. I preferred Philip K. Dick's A Scanner Darkly.