Now would be a good time for me to ask why so many people thought Hunter S. Thompson, who killed himself yesterday, was considered a great journalist. I never cared for his writing (lately he had been writing incoherently for ESPN's website) and never understood what his fans saw in his work.
Update (5:18 PM): Since no one took me up on my offer to explain the appeal of Hunter S. Thompson and since I've had time to read a few tributes to him today, I'll say what I don't like about the guy:
- He was a hedonist, and I really hate anything hedonistic.
- His lifestyle diminished his work. Everything he wrote, no matter how true or how brilliant, can be dismissed as the ramblings of a drug-addled nut-job. He's not someone whose words you want to use to support your argument when debating someone.
- I don't think he said too many brilliant things. I know he "told it like it was" but I don't think it took much brilliance to declare Nixon a cancer on America. Yes, Nixon was re-elected, but Thompson was writing for the Rolling Stone crowd, and I doubt many of their readers were Nixon fans to begin with.
- I get easy bored when reading profanity-laced writing. Grow up and get a real vocabulary.