Mama, bin feeeertig!
I finished Hunter S. Thompson’s “The Rum Diary” today. Sad ‘cos it’s over but happy ‘cos I’m one step closer to finishin my goal of reading anything Hunter (we are one first name terms) ever published. The ending is fucking incredible:
“Down on the waterfront I could hear the slow clang of a ship’s bell as it eased against the pier, and somewhere in the city a motorcycle roared through the narrow streets, sending its echo up the hill to Calle O’Leary. Voices rose and fell in the house next door and the raucous sound of a jukebox came from a bar down the street. Sounds of a San Juan night , drifting across the city through layers of humid air; sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks, the lonely sound of time passing in the long Caribbean night.”