
The ending is the hardest part. Every writer knows that wrapping things up in a satisfying way is a maddening task. Apparently, Hunter Thompson decided that he would just
steal a page from Ernest Hemingway and
commit suicide by way of a self inflicted gunshot. Today, everyone will be broadcasting meaningless tributes to the author and some internet geeks will undoubtedly cite his
gonzo style as one of the greatest influences on blogging. That connection is off base. Like all great performers, Thompson made his work seem easy. Bloggers around the world can imitate, but that's about it. The Good Doctor was an innovator, and for better or worse, his style was so influential that it's now a nearly ubiquitous element in any kind of meaningful journalism. Because of Thompson, we now expect nearly every dumbass writing an opinion piece to opine about their personal feelings and perceptions. This fact would make me sad if I wasn't so high right now . . .
Anyway, what is saddest about Thompson's demise is that it provides yet another example of how Americans are unable to separate their identity from what they do for a living. Rather than using his writing as an outlet and leaving his brilliant cynicism, bitterness and anger on the page, Thompson let it consume his soul. How many people in this culture feel defined by what they do, the car they drive or the neighborhood in which they live? Work provides income, character, a chance to flirt with underpaid bimbos and sometimes a dental plan but it does nothing to define a personality.
For those who might assume that it was Thompson's angst that made him a great writer: bullshit. Brilliance/talent is not derived from pain or any other kind of mental anguish. Every basket case is not a genius. Typically, emotional distress only benefits those seeking a career in law enforcement.
The Good Doctor has said good night. His passing was too soon and too pointless. A good ending is hard to create and more often than not we don't get to decide our own. Sadly, for Thompson, the world was every bit as cruel and sardonic as his words. Thankfully, those words remain to help us make sense of our own lives as we work our way toward our conclusion.