I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called , and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.
by Hunter S. Thompson
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In his work "The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman," Hunter S. Thompson expresses a cynical view toward literature, particularly a book by Kerouac that he refers to as "stupid" and "shitty." This sentiment reflects a broader critique of societal norms and the literary establishment, revealing his rebellious spirit and disdain for conventional narratives. At the same time, Thompson’s desire to escape to an idyllic setting with "beatniks" indicates a yearning for authenticity and freedom, contrasting sharply with the confines of his current reality.

This passage illustrates Thompson's complex relationship with the beat generation and the literary figures of his time. His longing to connect with a community of free-spirited individuals symbolizes a search for meaning beyond the banalities of modern life. The imagery of hunting—from feeling the gun on his shoulder to the visceral scent of grease and blood—conveys a primal connection to nature and existence, while also hinting at an underlying chaos that he embraces. Overall, this excerpt captures Thompson's restless spirit and his quest for a more genuine experience amid literary disillusionment.

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