HELLS ANGELS - Hunter S Thompson
although it was to be a drug fuelled rampage to las vegas that would make his name infamous as a journalist who put himself through the mental and physical grinder to get the truth about life down on paper, hunter s thompson was an accomplished and radical writer long before this, and one of these pre-fear and loathing exposés was hell angels. in the 60s, the motorcycle gang was viewed as a public menace that raped and pillaged its way across america like ironhorse mounted vikings from a middle-class nightmare, but the truth that thompson uncovered was as ever noticeably different from the hysterical image the new york times would have had the public believe.
putting himself in the firing line between the police and the angels, thompson investigates deep behind the headlines to find out a lot of the stories are half-fact and half-bullshit; the rapes that never took place, the riots the angels had nothing to do with and the official government line that was little short of a declaration of war. at the same time there is no attempt to make the gang into martyrs even though he spent a considerable time hanging out and drinking with them; a lot of them were thugs, criminals and scum but no more so than any other gang of outsiders the police didn’t like the look of.
then again, the catalogue of violent sex and death they were responsible for is still a shocking portrayal of the ugly side of life, yet thompson manages to give each episode a context and reason even if he stops before issuing a personal note of praise or condemnation. the introduction of beat generation icons ken kesey and allan ginsburg to the mix is an interesting tie-in to my recent reading of kerouac and william burrourghs, but the love of the open road and narcotics between the hell angels and the writers is markedly different – culminating with the stand off and fighting surrounding the veitnam protests.
the even-handedness of the text is startling when the post script details the beating thompson received from the angels when their publicity status reached such a level they thought he was riding on their coattails, when in fact it is probably the most balanced account of the gang committed to print. in the face of such sudden and unprovoked hostility it takes a man of stronger humility than me to not jump on the anti-gang bandwagon and label them all arseholes.
a masterful piece of investigative journalism
