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ASPEN, Colo. (Feb. 20) - Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of fictional journalism in books like "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," fatally shot himself at his Aspen-area home, his son said. He was 67.

"Hunter prized his privacy and we ask that his friends and admirers respect that privacy as well as that of his family," Juan Thompson said in a statement released to the Aspen Daily News.

Pitkin County Sheriff officials confirmed to The Associated Press that Thompson had died Sunday night of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound. Thompson's wife, Anita, was not home at the time.

Besides the 1972 drug-hazed classic about Thompson's visit to Las Vegas, he also wrote "Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72." The central character in those wild, sprawling satires was "Dr. Thompson," a snarling, drug- and alcohol-crazed observer and participant.

Thompson is credited with helping to pioneer New Journalism - or, as he dubbed it, "gonzo journalism" - in which the writer made himself an essential component of the story. Much of his earliest work appeared in Rolling Stone magazine.

"Fiction is based on reality unless you're a fairy-tale artist," Thompson told the AP in 2003. "You have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you're writing about before you alter it."

An acute observer of the decadence and depravity in American life, Thompson also wrote such collections as "Generation of Swine" and "Songs of the Doomed." His first ever novel, "The Rum Diary," written in 1959, was first published in 1998.


Thompson was a counterculture icon at the height of the Watergate era, and once said Richard Nixon represented "that dark, venal, and incurably violent side of the American character."

Thompson also was the model for Garry Trudeau's balding "Uncle Duke" in the comic strip "Doonesbury" and was portrayed on screen by Johnny Depp in a film adaptation of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas."

Other books include "The Great Shark Hunt," "Hell's Angels" and "The Proud Highway." His most recent effort was "Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness."

"He may have died relatively young but he made up for it in quality if not quantity of years," Paul Krassner, the veteran radical journalist and one of Thompson's former editors, told The Associated Press by phone from his Southern California home.

"It was hard to say sometimes whether he was being provocative for its own sake or if he was just being drunk and stoned and irresponsible," quipped Krassner, founder of the leftist publication The Realist and co-founder of the Youth International (YIPPIE) party.

"But every editor that I know, myself included, was willing to accept a certain prima donna journalism in the demands he would make to cover a particular story," he said. "They were willing to risk all of his irresponsible behavior in order to share his talent with their readers."

The writer's compound in Woody Creek, not far from Aspen, was almost as legendary as Thompson. He prized peacocks and weapons; in 2000, he accidentally shot and slightly wounded his assistant, Deborah Fuller, trying to chase a bear off his property.

Born July 18, 1937, in Kentucky, Hunter Stocton Thompson served two years in the Air Force, where he was a newspaper sports editor. He later became a proud member of the National Rifle Association and almost was elected sheriff in Aspen in 1970 under the Freak Power Party banner.

Thompson's heyday came in the 1970s, when his larger-than-life persona was gobbled up by magazines. His pieces were of legendary length and so was his appetite for adventure and trouble; his purported fights with Rolling Stone editor Jann Wenner were rumored in many cases to hinge on expense accounts for stories that didn't materialize.

It was the content that raised eyebrows and tempers. His book on the 1972 presidential campaign involving, among others, Edmund Muskie, Hubert Humphrey and Nixon was famous for its scathing opinion.

Working for Muskie, Thompson wrote, "was something like being locked in a rolling box car with a vicious 200-pound water rat." Nixon and his "Barbie doll" family were "America's answer to the monstrous Mr. Hyde. He speaks for the werewolf in us."

Humphrey? Of him, Thompson wrote: "There is no way to grasp what a shallow, contemptible and hopelessly dishonest old hack Hubert Humphrey is until you've followed him around for a while."

The approach won him praise among the masses as well as critical acclaim. Writing in The New York Times in 1973, Christopher Lehmann-Haupt worried Thompson might someday "lapse into good taste."

"That would be a shame, for while he doesn't see America as Grandma Moses depicted it, or the way they painted it for us in civics class, he does in his own mad way betray a profound democratic concern for the polity," he wrote. "And in its own mad way, it's damned refreshing."
 
Its a fucking god awful shame if you ask me....... but noone really did ask me.... and God probably doesn't give two shits so......

Ever since I read 'The Kentucky Derby is Depraved and Decadent' when I was a crazy little hedonist all of 14 years old I was hooked on him, and spent the next two years trying to take the hedonism to extremes.... he wasn't my favourite author, probably doesn't hit my top five (he's about 6 or 7)... But for a large chunk of my adult life I read him religiously (having read everything from my other favourite authors). I used to eat breakfast like him most days (i.e. starting after twelve, lasting three hours, usually consumed outside in the sun).... I feel sorry that I was in a rush this morning when I found out the news... otherwise I would probably still be sitting here sipping margheritas and taking drunken pot-shots at the family of Pheasants in my garden.

If you ask me... the timing is not coincidental. 30 years ago on August the 8th just been was the 30th anniversary of Richard Milhouse Nixon's resignation from the Presidency of the United States... so he was probably hanging on till then, just to make sure the whily little shite didn't make a comeback (hell, he did it in '72)... and the Superbowl was a few weeks ago... he probably wanted to catch one more of them. Whatever he's doing and wherever he is... I just hope he's got a nice tall glass, filled with Ice and wild Turkey... a Fast car... and a Big gun by his side.... and if he doesn't I hope he's kicking up the biggest shit storm in town.

RIP HST.... I hope when I go, I go to the same place you are.... it won't be as much fun otherwise.
 
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One of the things you had to embrace in embracing Hunter and his work...was that it was going to be ugly, he wasn't going to die of old age.
I will miss him.
He was one of the people that made me want to write...but if he felt it was time, who am I to argue?
Give 'em hell Hunter
:rose:
 
Tathagata said:
One of the things you had to embrace in embracing Hunter and his work...was that it was going to be ugly, he wasn't going to die of old age.
I will miss him.
He was one of the people that made me want to write...but if he felt it was time, who am I to argue?
Give 'em hell Hunter
:rose:

if anything in this world should be considered inviolate, it is the control over one's own dying.

r.i.p. :rose:
 
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