Picking
up Thompson again after so many years, was a true re-experience of
his prose style, humour and gut-wrenching honesty. The story behind
the novel is as interesting as the novel itself. Evidently, Thompson
had written the first draft in the early sixties, but it wasn't
published until 1998. As the story goes, actor Johnny Depp, while
staying with Thompson in Colorado, discovered the manuscript stuffed
in a drawer. The famous author never got around to it again. Later
Bruce Robinson adapted the novel to a screenplay and directed the
film, starring Johnny Depp as the central character, journalist Paul
Kemp, which was released in 2011. Personally having seen the film and
read the novel, the novel is much better, as it's Hunter at his best.
Paul
Kemp leaves New York to work for a a major newspaper in San Juan,
Puerto Rico. The beginning of the story is hilarious, as he finds his
seat on the plane and sees the beautiful blond he spotted in the
terminal boarding, to then attempt to bully the guy next to him to
get out of the seat for the blond. Kemp is unsuccessful, of course,
and already has gained the insane reputation as a drunken journalist.
As readers we discover the “blond” is a central character, that
partly changes Kemp's destiny as man and a journalist.
This
behaviour, too, is the driving theme throughout the text:
hard-drinking writer as vagabond, searching for the next story,
contemplating death, contemplating old age; maniacal, writing and
drinking a few snorts of rum at breakfast. Hunter-esk indeed, but
there is a self-reflected honesty in the text, an existential self
analysis about the world and one's purpose within it with a pinch of
humour and sad irony.
It's
been said many times before, but I love this style of American
writing: clean, simple, descriptive and deep without being cluttered
with pretension and unnecessary, belaboured sentences that can do
more harm than good. Thompson's prose style is exciting, immediate
and drags you along whether you want to go or not.
The
best dialogue happens in AI's bar, a dive that serves only hamburgers
and alcohol, mainly rum and beer. It is here where the journalist's
gather to drink, discuss stories, complain about management, and
gossip about each other's lives. Having worked at a major daily, and
friends with many who worked for the opposition paper, every
newspaper has their own Al's bar. At the time, I was young and
writing advertorials and selling advertising space. I would look
forward to every Friday night, because many of the “old guard”
journalists would gather, drink and discuss their stories for the
next day's Saturday edition.
The
characters in The Rum Diary were slightly more insane than the
journalists I drank with, but the theme was essentially the same:
their next story, drinking, and the latest gossip, that would somehow
end-up in one of their pieces the next day.
Thompson
wrote the first draft of Diary
when he was only in his early twenties. As a writer, this
journalist-ethos, his gonzo-style made the man a celebrity. He lived
what he wrote, and most of us continue to love him for it.
A
wonderful novel.
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