A review by jdcorley
Better Than Sex: Confessions of a Political Junkie by Hunter S. Thompson

funny fast-paced

2.0

By the time of these essays, Thompson had completely lost the capacity to penetrate the veneer over American greed and hatred. Arguably it was Reagan (and Reagan's catastrophic popularity) that made Thompson obsolete. "Sure we're racist blood-soaked ghouls," Reagan challenges Thompson. "So what?" For all the macho puffery, Thompson, at his best, like many authors emerging from The Sixties, is offended and wounded at the crushing of American virtue on the altar of money, racism and war. But by the nineties everyone had agreed that this was just who we were now, and Thompson can't rouse the same passions that he once did. Nor, in these, does he even really try. Lacking in either insight or journalistic observation, these essays are the last glimmers of Thompson's dying, and ultimately failed, work.