![]() I have listened to the recordings from Dracula from Livrebox and one of the voices sounds very familiar. The person who is narrating the story sounds very amateur. Thompson finds that awkward, brief shadow between paradise and hell and soaks it in and leaves us trails of grace out of that hot, heavy mess. One would think rum, women, sand and hamburgers might be heaven, but it also might be the next step to death. Even early Thompson had the sweaty, sharp, twisted prose that hits you in the head like a hammer. ![]() It is easy to drive too fast down the roads of this book and miss the fantastic prose. Thompson, The Rum Diary At once a slice of Lowry's 'Under the Volcano' and every other writer (Faulkner, Hemingway, Kerouac, et al) who drinks too much on an island with a girl. I feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.' - Hunter S. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. ![]() Most people who deal in words don't have much fait in them and I am no exception - especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. But it is on of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. ![]() '"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. ![]()
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