Stories I Tell Myself: Growing Up with Hunter S. Thompson

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Stories I Tell Myself: Growing Up with Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter S. Thompson, â€œsmart hillbilly,â€ boy of the South, born and bred in Louisville, Kentucky, son of an insurance salesman and a stay-at-home mom, public school-educated, jailed at seventeen on a bogus petty robbery charge, member of the U.S. Air Force (Airmen Second Class), copy boy for Time, writer for The National Observer, et cetera. From the outset he was the Wild Man of American journalism with a journalistic appetite that touched on subjects that drove his sense of justice and intrigue, from biker gangs and 1960s counterculture to presidential campaigns and psychedelic drugs. He lived larger than life and pulled it up around him in a mad effort to make it as electric, anger-ridden, and drug-fueled as possible.Â

Now Juan Thompson tells the story of his father and of their getting to know each other during their forty-one fraught years together. He writes of the many dark times, of how far they ricocheted away from each other, and of how they found their way back before it was too late.

He writes of growing up in an old farmhouse in a narrow mountain valley outside of Aspenâ€”Woody Creek, Colorado, a ranching community with Hereford cattle and clover fields . . . of the presence of guns in the house, the boxes of ammo on the kitchen shelves behind the glass doors of the country cabinets, where others might have placed china and knickknacks . . . of climbing on the back of Hunterâ€™s Bultaco Matador trail motorcycle as a young boy, and father and son roaring up the dirt road, trailing a cloud of dust . . . of being taken to bars in town as a small boy, Hunter holding court while Juan crawled around under the bar stools, picking up change and taking his found loot to Carlâ€™s Pharmacy to buy Archie comic books . . . of going with his parents as a baby to a Ken Kesey/Hells Angels party with dozens of people wandering around the forest in various stages of undress, stoned on pot, tripping on LSD . . .

He writes of his growing fear of his father; of the arguments between his parents reaching frightening levels; and of his finally fighting back, trying to protect his mother as the state troopers are called in to separate father and son. And of the inevitableâ€”of mother and son driving west in their Datsun to make a new home, a new life, away from Hunter; of Juanâ€™s first taste of what â€œnormalâ€ could feel like . . .

We see Juan going to Concord Academy, a stranger in a strange land, coming from a school that was a log cabin in the middle of hay fields, Juan without manners or socialization . . . going on to college at Tufts; spending a crucial week with his father; Hunter asking for Juanâ€™s opinion of his writing; and he writes of their dirt biking on a hilltop overlooking Woody Creek Valley, acting as if all the horrible things that had happened between them had never taken place, and of being there, together, side by side . . .

And finally, movingly, he writes of their long, slow pull toward reconciliation . . . of Juanâ€™s marriage and the birth of his own son; of watching Hunter love his grandson and Juanâ€™s coming to understand how Hunter loved him; of Hunterâ€™s growing illness, and Juanâ€™s becoming both son and father to his father . . .
Country USA
Brand Knopf
Manufacturer Knopf
Binding Hardcover
ItemPartNumber illustrations
Color Multicolor
ReleaseDate 2016-01-05
UnitCount 1
Format Illustrated
EANs 9780307265357

Country	USA
Brand	Knopf
Manufacturer	Knopf
Binding	Hardcover
ItemPartNumber	illustrations
Color	Multicolor
ReleaseDate	2016-01-05
UnitCount	1
Format	Illustrated
EANs	9780307265357

Stories I Tell Myself: Growing Up with Hunter S. Thompson

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