Two last notes and I think I’m done with Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, unless he comes back to life and kills himself again.
First, the San Francisco Chronicle did a decent obit on him today. Jay Johnson, the former Examiner news editor I mentioned last night, figures in the Chronicle’s account of Hunter’s work for the San Francisco papers. Here’s Jay’s part of the story:
Chronicle Executive News Editor Jay Johnson, who also edited Thompson’s columns when he wrote for the Examiner, said Thompson could not dictate over the phone, so he filed his stories page by page over the fax, sending multiple revisions as the two spent many hours throughout the night and into the morning “wrestling the column to the ground.”
“Nobody was as much his editor as his sounding board. He needed to talk it out and get reaction to it. It was not the average creative process,” Johnson said.
One morning as deadline neared and they were still working it out, Thompson, who was known to have an affinity for controlled substances, told Johnson, “Our real drug of choice is adrenaline.”
Johnson said Thompson was easiest to work with when he was covering a presidential campaign. But he was often just “riffing,” Johnson said.
He fondly recalled one night when Thompson told him how he had tried to cheer up a friend who was scheduled to go in for back surgery. He took a bunch of explosives out to the backyard and stuffed them into his Jeep. As the hood flew into the air and the Jeep exploded into pieces, the two friends realized what they had projected into the sky would soon come back down.
“They are like dancing around with this shrapnel coming down,” Johnson said.
Johnson told him to write it down and that became Thompson’s next column.
Johnson said it seemed that part of the reason Thompson enjoyed writing his column for the Examiner was that he had a burning desire to be plugged in. In the days before the Internet, Thompson turned to Johnson to give him the latest news.
“By calling in, he could ask what was on the wires. He would ask me to read him stuff. That way he could be involved in the business,” Johnson said.
And second: I’ve been hearing and reading some of the “Hunter went out on his own terms” and “Hunter never wanted to die in a hospital bed” stuff that’s out there. I’m not buying the nobility or courage some seem to see in his suicide. God, or who- or whatever, rest his soul. But over the last few years, I’ve seen several people who were close to me die with what appeared to me to be real strength and forebearance — yes, even when they died in hospital beds. I’ve watched others go on with their lives despite the kind of loss I could hardly bear. From where I’ve watched, one thing they all seem to have in common is a belief that every day they got was a gift of some kind, if only a chance to see what would happen next, even when they saw the course their stories were taking. We’re surrounded by people going through the same thing every day, really. Nearly silent. Barely seen. Never celebrated. But what courage.
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TOO BAD HUNTER S. THOMPSON
ENDED UP AT THE SAN FRANCISCO EXAMINER ..
AN ABSOLUTELY BORING CONSERVATIVE PAPER ..
WITH AN EDITOR LIKE JAY JOHNSON ..
CONDESCENDING AND DISMISSIVE ..
FROM PERFECT PALO ALTO ..
WHAT AN AWFUL MISMATCH ..
THAT’S A LONG WAY
FROM BEING IN ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE
IN MORE VIBRANT .. ALIVE TIMES .. REST IN PEACE ..
Carl, you could stand to reduce your romanticism of Hunter Thompson by about 90 percent and find some respect for editors like Jay, who happens to be anything but condescending and dismissive. You also appear to be ignorant of what was going on at the Ex in the mid-80s when Thompson decided to take up Will Hearst on his invitation to write for the paper. Again, it was anything but boring and conservative.
Carl: I’m cutting off comments to this post. If you want to discuss further, you can email me using the link at the top right of the page.
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