I first heard of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas in an article in Rolling Stone when I was 14 years old. I remember finding it interesting but somehow never thought to track down a copy of the book. It didn't occur to me to do things like that when I was younger. I listened to the same two Sonic Youth albums for years until it dawned on me that they had quite a few more that I might want to check out. But I digress.
It wasn't until after the movie came out and I was reminded of that article I'd read years before that I actually went out and bought the book.Speaking of which, I cannot put into words how much I hate movie tie-in editions. I understand why publishers do it--I just wish they weren't so ugly. I'd much prefer to see a Ralph Steadman drawing on the cover.
The first edition used some of this image from the book's opening pages. I can't picture this book without Ralph Steadman's art. The two go hand in hand.
"Terrible things were happening all around us. Right next to me a huge reptile was gnawing on a woman's neck, the carpet was a blood-soaked sponge--impossible to walk on it, no footing at all. 'Order some golf shoes,' I whispered."
"The place was full of cops. I saw this at a glance. Most of them were just standing around trying to look casual, all dressed exactly alike in their cut-rate Vegas casuals: plaid bermuda shorts, Arnie Palmer golf shirts and hairless white legs tapering down to rubberized 'beach sandals.'"
I love the random splatters throughout the book.
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