A review by nooneyouknow
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

3.0

I didn't hate this book this time around as much as I did the first time I read it many years ago. Maybe this time I was just more ready to ignore all the drug haze and to experience the hollowness of the whole thing. The main characters are pretty awful people who are unable to connect with anything or anyone (including themselves) authentically. The takeaway I got from this one is that basically everything is empty and all is lost.