Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is one of those books that are perenially referenced and riffed off, not just the movie which I have been recommended but never watched, but also the ideas and imagery are recycled in numerous places; Warren Ellis is clearly influenced by Thompson for a start.
Fear and Loathing isn’t a novel, per se, it’s gonzo journalism, a reporting style without pretensions of objectivity, generally with the reporter included in the narrative. Hence, despite it generally being classed as a novel, there is no characterisation or story structure or plot. Yet this is an important book, a first person narrative with nothing held back. More, it is a great book. Even the chapter that Thompson didn’t write but merely submitted the tapes of is amazing, and rawer for the fact that the madness is delivered unadulterated.
I enjoyed Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas immensely and would re-read it in future. I will probably also finally get around to watching the movie, but before that I want to read Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72.