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The Rum Diary The Long Lost Novel by Hunter S. Thompson eVersion / Notes at EOF Back Cover Blurbs Begun in by. Thompson, Hunter - The Rum Diary. Read more · The Rum Diary: A Novel Thompson, Hunter S - The Rum Diary v · Read more · Thompson, Hunter S. Editorial Reviews. caite.info Review. "Disgusting as he usually was," Hunter Thompson writes in this, his novel, "on rare occasions he showed flashes.
It was the tension between these two poles-- Five decades ago, Thompson wrote what is probably the best summary I've seen of how I feel about the newspaper industry now. I liked this, despite the apparent lack of a plot or anything of real interest happening. Back to the book, though, Thompson pens a novel in which the protagonist sits back watching those around him act erratically. Thompson's pr Hunter Thompson's original ambition was to be a novelist, and he wrote two unpublished novels, Prince Jellyfish and The Rum Diary, before he became a star of New Journalism and abandoned fiction for good. This is a mediocre semi-biographical novel about a very ill tempered, drunkard of a journalist. The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Warm and sleepy, and abs I liked this, despite the apparent lack of a plot or anything of real interest happening.
I was expecting something exciting but the plot seemed to drag on and while hinting at a plot this book never really took off. Maybe as a movie it would be cut down enough to make a plot but as a book this seemed to drag This is a mediocre semi-biographical novel about a very ill tempered, drunkard of a journalist. Maybe as a movie it would be cut down enough to make a plot but as a book this seemed to drag on way too much.
View 1 comment. Apr 04, Ashley Daviau rated it really liked it. It was an excellent story and I felt like I was living an episode of Narcos as I was reading and I loved it.
Aug 29, Mike rated it liked it Recommended to Mike by: When I stayed with my friend Kareem in Boston for a few days this past August, his daily work schedule was from 7am-3pm.
He didn't have an extra key or perhaps claimed not to, for whatever inscrutable purposes of his own , so I couldn't leave his apartment during the day, which was just as well; I'd been traveling for over nine months, I was exhausted, and I just wasn't in the mood to see the city.
Additionally, the couch in his room was perhaps the most comfortable I've ever slept on; a couch When I stayed with my friend Kareem in Boston for a few days this past August, his daily work schedule was from 7am-3pm.
Additionally, the couch in his room was perhaps the most comfortable I've ever slept on; a couch that beckoned one to sleep, and sleep When Kareem got back from work, usually around 3: He would wake up a few hours later, giving us time to stumble over to a nearby Thai restaurant, then back to the apartment and more sleep Kareem's room had been designed without a window, by the way, which also made it impossible to distinguish night and day.
If I had stayed any longer, I'm sure I would have started performing naked kata, like Martin Sheen in the beginning of Apocalypse Now there can be no doubt, in retrospect, that he had an extra key, but wanted to test the effect of prolonged isolation on my psyche, for Christ knows what purpose.
But at a certain point in this strange twilight I evidently got my bearings enough to navigate my way on my hands and knees, as I recall to the side of the room opposite the couch, where good old Kareem had his bookshelf, and where I found The Rum Diary.
It's not a very good novel. This is a rewrite of a never-published first novel, something Thompson revisited about 30 years after his original attempt. Still, something of the charm of that early aspiration- the first novel, the Great Puerto Rican novel- survives, including the idea that a last sentence is not just any old sentence, but that it should be appropriately mournful, possessed of gravity and pathos: 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.
My first night in Saigon. I was sitting in a restaurant when a blind lady selling counterfeit books approached my table. Despite her glazed eyeballs and her inability to find my eyes with her own I was captivated by her bright personality and attractive face, and so I decided to actually have a look at her selection of illegally printed books rather than shoo her off like I did everyone else.
She mostly had garbage travel books and lonely planet guides, but I did spot The Rum Diary in t My first night in Saigon. She mostly had garbage travel books and lonely planet guides, but I did spot The Rum Diary in the corner of my eye, and being a fan of Hunter S. Thompson fan I realised this was a great opportunity to read his first novel, which was written in but not published until - a late bloomer if there ever was one.
I also bought some weed off the woman before parting ways! I read this book everywhere. I read it in my shoe box hotel room I use the word room lightly , I read it in the sun, I read it on the bus, I read it on the toilet, I read it on the beach and I read it while drinking rum The word 'rum' gets thrown around so much you become fixated on it, and before you know it you're ordering three or four with every meal.
The Rum Diary is a very easy and enjoyable read. It's a bit slower than Hunter's other novels, but is to be expected as he was still learning his chops. That is not to say he didn't have any chops when he wrote this, it oozes the Gonzo flavour that made Hunter famous. The review excerpt on the front cover puts it perfectly: The story follows journalist Paul Kemp Hunter S. Thompson in Puerto Rico, as he tries to make it in the hot and isolated world that he has escaped to.
I won't say any more, but if you're a fan of Hunter S. Thompson, you owe it to yourself to read this and skip the movie, which is a pile of hollywood shit. If you've never read anything by Hunter S. Thompson, then you should start by reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, his best work by a long shot unlike The Rum Diary, the film adaptation of Fear and Loathing is actually very good.
Jun 27, Misha rated it it was amazing Recommended to Misha by: This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Five decades ago, Thompson wrote what is probably the best summary I've seen of how I feel about the newspaper industry now. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. It was the tension between these two poles-- Five decades ago, Thompson wrote what is probably the best summary I've seen of how I feel about the newspaper industry now.
It was the tension between these two poles--a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other--that kept me going. This book might just convince me to run off to Brazil.
There must be an English language newspaper in Rio or some other sultry city by the sea. I've always been possessed by a peculiar sort of wanderlust. I say peculiar because I've never been anywhere outside the United States -- except for a couple of brief excursions into Canada -- despite a constant sense of longing for the exotic.
The notion of shedding myself of anything but a backpack full of clothes, a journal and a camera and setting off for distant, dirty, dangerous climes appeals to the explorer within me who has never truly been allowed to come out and play. My latest fantasy involves chucking it all and running off to Brazil to teach English, and living in some low-rent place I don't care is a fleabag as long as it's near a beach.
But the sad reality is that I am a creature of comfort. This brief novel of Thompson's is my first trip to Puerto Rico, and I feel wrung having finished it. This book reads like the template for every rock biopic Hollywood ever made. Begin with hope and enthusiasm, the raw energy of starting something new, but then take the characters on a descent into alcohol, drugs and violence, then break up the band and watch them go their separate ways to attempt to rebuild the lives ruined by the pressures of instant fame.
Substitute "newspaper" for "band" and you've got the basic plot structure of this book. Paul Kemp, the protagonist, arrives in Puerto Rico from New York in the late s with not much money but some talent and a taste for the exotic experiences San Juan has to offer. The book starts with everyone having fun, drinking copious amounts of rum, getting paid for doing not much work, eating lobster pulled fresh from the sea, and generally treating life as a party.
Life is a party for the crowd at the San Juan Daily News at first, until too much alcohol begets violence, and too much free-spending by the owner begets the demise of the newspaper. The characters ultimately become victims of their own arrogance, their own sense of entitlement as white American men in backward, corrupt Puerto Rico, and go their separate ways at the end having to reassemble the fragments of their lives.
In some ways, the book is a cautionary tale filled with contemptable people who do contemptable things to each other, and the reader is left with a sense that none of them quite got what they deserved. It's a book about selling your soul for a buck, or perhaps just for a paper cup of rum. It's also about that particularly American brand of colonialism -- developers occupying the territory with their money, their hotels, their yachts, their vacation houses.
The book looks at a beautiful beach and crystal waters, then overturns the rocks and lets ugly things scurry out into the light. And yet, it stoked my sense of wanderlust. I wanted to be there in that stifling hot apartment that Kemp shared with Sala, the photographer. Or at Al's ordering hamburgers and rum.
Or sleeping on the beach at St. Thomas and then playing in the morning surf. I wanted to be there because Thompson intertwines the beautiful and the profane with such vividness that I want to see it for myself, even though his San Juan no longer exists.
And I wanted to be there because somehow Thompson created in Kemp a character who resonated with me, as despicable as he was at points in the novel.
His thoughts about journalism, about the demise of the Daily News and incidentally, my first reporting job was at a paper called the Daily News , about how what he wanted from life was changing as he grew older -- these are things I could have thought.
And Thompson wrote this at the age of My hat's off to you, Hunter S.
I assume they've melded him with another character as a composite. Perhaps Moberg, since Giovanni Ribisi is getting third billing on imdb and there really wasn't that much of Moberg in the book. I suppose that explains the title.
But serious, 'Here I was, living in a luxury hotel, ,racing around a half-Latin city in a toy car that looked like a cockroach and sounded like a jet fighter, sneaking down alleys and humping on the beach, scavenging for food in shark-infested waters, hounded by mobs yelling in a foreign tongue - and the whole thing was taking place in quaint old Spanish Puerto Rico But serious, these people had to be staggering around drunk all the time.
It's amazing they actually got anything done. Oh wait. That's right. They didn't. But considering this story is set in the late 's I suppose that would explain their behavior as well. You know - I'm a rebel, I took off - now where's my reward? Paul Kemp in addition to everyone else he's become acquainted with since his arrival on the island of Puerto Rico have only ended up there in hopes of escaping to something better. After quickly realizing that Puerto Rico at the time is far from their original vision of paradise, the spiteful and bitter attitudes begin making an appearance.
It doesn't take Kemp long to become just as bitter after the realization that a person can work so hard to have a better life, have more money, and to accomplish your dreams and never actually get anything done except wasting time and getting older. Hell, it's no fun anymore - our luck's all running out at the same time. There isn't even that much of a plot, really.
It's almost like a pilot episode, a small glimpse of what's to come but unfortunately there isn't any full episode to look forward to. Despite that, I find myself extremely fascinated and I now have an incredibly strong desire to read anything I can get my hands on of Hunter S. The Rum Diary is his second novel which he wrote at the age of 22 is semi-autobiographical because Hunter himself flew down to Puerto Rico as a journalist to write for a newspaper.
Despite writing The Rum Diary in the early 's, it was never actually published until because no one was interested and he was constantly rejected. Fortunately, he revisited the idea of publishing it several decades later and he finally succeeding in releasing it to the world.
I think books should carry a misogyny warning box on the cover; just an FYI for the discerning reader. I could have used a warning of that ilk before beginning this book. Gross mistreatment, blatant abuse, and general lack of respect for women aside, I found the book disappointing.
He did nothing and went nowhere in the course of the tale and drank the entire time. Even his internal dialogue about his current stat I think books should carry a misogyny warning box on the cover; just an FYI for the discerning reader. Even his internal dialogue about his current state of affairs, maybe meant to be poignant with its self-flagellating, unforgiving tone? I must be missing something here Apr 26, MsDanaE rated it it was ok.
I drove by the newspaper office they created the other day. Too bad I wasn't here when they were filming. It makes me wonder why these kinds of stories live on and on. Why is Thompson's drunken rantings considered important literature?
I was especially disgusted by the story of the girl who " I'm so tired of women being described as crazy or a whore when truthfully it is the men around them that are the assholes. I ask who are the actual crazy whores? I wanted to puke reading this, and it has nothing to do with the amount of rum they were drinking. Apr 10, Jason Koivu rated it really liked it Shelves: This is rum, indeed!
Very questionable goings on going on here! I believe this is labeled as fiction, but since Hunter S. Even calling it "semi-autobiographical" is a scary prospect since that means at least some of this horror happened. Well okay, maybe it's lightened by some dark humor, but there are still some pretty awful things that happen herein, take fo This is rum, indeed! Well okay, maybe it's lightened by some dark humor, but there are still some pretty awful things that happen herein, take for instance borderline rape.
The fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants, care-free living, drinking and nearly dying flowing through out the narrative is very Beat Generation. There's no real goal, no protagonist with any particular object to obtain or obstacle to hurdle. This is not genre writing. This is what was en vogue in the mid 20th century. It's what most of my crusty old writing professors muddled my brain with.
Genre writing is finish, maaan! Ah, but I'm grudge-grinding and getting off topic. The brevity of The Rum Diary is what really sells it for me. This kind of compass-less writing it's not entirely directionless, just occasionally wayward only holds my attention for so long.
Enough interesting things happen between the covers of this slim book to keep me mostly riveted through out and quite willing to recommend it. New review: I read it at about the age of 30 and it works for me now just like it work New review: I read it at about the age of 30 and it works for me now just like it worked back then.
I will be sure to read it again one day and I aim to be pretentious while doing so and have a glass of iced rum in my hand at the same time. Old review: I read this book when I was in limbo between living in London and Manchester. It was a great read for someone who had an aimless few months before joining the corporate world and I began to wish I had had this man's life. I got the impression it was like an adult version of Catcher and the Rye. Aug 19, Paul rated it really liked it Recommends it for: HST Fans.
This is my first foray into Hunter S. Thompson's work. Ashamedly, I have not read any of his legitimate Gonzo journalism, and I understand that this is not an appropriate representation of his more psychedelic work. However, from the standpoint of an everyday novel, this is one of the best non-crime fiction, non-science fiction, non-Vonnegut mundane fiction that I have read in a long time.
I don't anticipate all of Hunter's work to resonate the same way this work has, but I don't want to dismiss This is my first foray into Hunter S. I don't anticipate all of Hunter's work to resonate the same way this work has, but I don't want to dismiss this as some early immature work of his. It simply reads as a completely different type of novel from what I expected.. Jan 20, lit. Lots of rum. And few hamburgers. Some debauchery.
A little journalism. I liked it. This semi-autobiographical novel was the second book Thompson penned yet was not published until , presumably for financial reasons. Dec 02, Josh Duggan rated it liked it.
This was the first time that I've actually ventured into the works of Hunter S. I was immediately taken by how immensely readable it was.
I had the misguided preconception that it would have been more difficult as a result of his historic substance [ab]use. Concerns were quickly alleviated, and following Thompson's presumed alter-ego to San Juan, Puerto Rico, proved to be an interesting ride. Despite The Rum Diary having been the first novel Thompson wrote it was mostly written in This was the first time that I've actually ventured into the works of Hunter S.
Despite The Rum Diary having been the first novel Thompson wrote it was mostly written in but not published until , it dealt heavily in lamentations on aging and yearning for another man's woman. What really made this novel, though, was the colorful cast of supporting characters in a Puerto Rico that was as much a new frontier for Americans as anything else. Knowing that a film adaptation was being made, it was hard not to insert Johnny Depp and Amber Heard into the roles of Paul Kemp and Chenault, respectively, because they were the two casting decisions I remembered having read about.
It is also somewhat baffling that the newspaper angle has been dropped altogether, and the volatile but vital character of Fritz Yeamon is said to have had his character doled out to other characters. Back to the book, though, Thompson pens a novel in which the protagonist sits back watching those around him act erratically.
Paul Kemp, while self-serving to be sure, more often than not finds himself beholden to morality. While he pines for Chenault, he does not act upon these desires until she has left the drunken abuser, Yeamon.
And while he drinks a lot, everyone at the paper drinks incessantly, so he doesn't come across as being particularly debaucherous. In Kemp, he imbued the novel with a relatable protagonist. As far as initial forays into the Hunter S. Thompson catalog are concerned, this one went off without a hitch. It would seem that it was penned before Thompson embraced what I imagine his gonzo style to incorporate.
It is rum soaked to be sure, but the other substances for which he was to be known to use seem all but absent here. The prose suffers no lack of clarity for it, and combined with the book's length a scant ish pages makes for a readable, episodic novel that does not show the inexperience of the author. Perhaps most importantly, I can certainly say it likely will not be the last time I read him, so it is a recommendation in that regard.
I can say that despite the reports of rampant Heard nudity, I am very worried about the upcoming adaptation, which seems to have made a lot of changes to the novel--something that seems wholly unnecessary.
The novel is very good and had more than enough story to adapt into a nice little island film. Originally reviewed at http: Aug 17, Dave rated it it was amazing Shelves: This is one of my favorite books of all time. It is by far my favorite HST book. I recently re-read it for the first time in about 15 years and I was struck by not only how well my memory of it served, but by how much the story changed for me reading it now in my 30s as opposed to when I first read it in my teens.
While all of Thompson's work has a defeatist undercurrent of despair, The Rum Diary always struck me as the most authentic. If all of his work, to some degree strives to capture madnes This is one of my favorite books of all time.
If all of his work, to some degree strives to capture madness and addiction, then this, for me, is his most raw and least embellished take on it. Just as it did when I first read it, this book made me reach for a glass of rum and a pencil, if only to document nothing more intense than my own thoughts as I sat, relaxing for an evening. Feb 19, Jamie rated it liked it. I liked this, despite the apparent lack of a plot or anything of real interest happening.
Just kind of an interesting slice of someone else's fictitious screwed up life. Like a memoir, detailing the rum fueled malaise of an expat journalist in 's Puerto Rico, floating through life unanchored, like a leaf blown on the wind or better, an empty beer bottle washed down a stream.
Thompson knows how to write, and there are a lot of great lines. I was feeling better now.
Warm and sleepy, and abs I liked this, despite the apparent lack of a plot or anything of real interest happening. Warm and sleepy, and absolutely free, with the palms zipping past and the big sun burning down on the road ahead.
I had a flash of something I hadn't felt since my first months in Europe. A mixture of ignorance and a loose what-the-hell kind of confidence that comes on a man when the wind picks up and he begins to move in a hard straight line toward an unknown horizon.
There was no reason to feel pressure, but I felt it anyway. The pressure of hot air and passing time. An idle tension that builds up in places where men sweat twenty four hours a day. There was some devilish current pushing me off in another direction, toward anarchy, and poverty and craziness. That maddening delusion that a man can lead a decent life without hiring himself out as a judas goat.
Jun 16, Greg rated it it was ok Shelves: Sound familiar? It's the story of everyone on Earth in their 20s. I like this quote, I can identify with it. But it's the only thing, really, that stood out within these pages. Truthfully, I had "I was reminded of those old magnetic clocks Truthfully, I had to push myself to read 15 pages a day to get through it. The climactic scene of a woman dancing naked at a party and then landing in the arms of the lost narrator doesn't much work, especially when he tosses her aside.
The novel starts with a lost character and ends with a lost character and the writing is just okay, not awful, hence my 2-star rating. And now, it's about time for my 5th or so reading of the great "Sun Also Rises". Director Bruce Robinson creates the vivid atmosphere of a Caribbean boomtown inhabited by shady businessmen, clueless tourists, drunken journalists and resentful natives.
But the story is like its protagonist: To learn about Thompson's early efforts to get the story made into a movie, you can watch The Rum Diary Back Story , filmed from through by Wayne Ewing. It documents the author's initial pride at the long-overdue publication of the novel, followed by his growing frustration with the glacial progress in turning it into a movie.
Ewing filmed Thompson at his home in Colorado and in a fireside meeting at Depp's home in California. In one comical scene episode eight Warren Zevon reads aloud an insulting letter Thompson had sent to a producer. Hunter S. Thompson Gets Confronted by the Hell's Angels. Thompson Interviews Keith Richards. We're hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. To support Open Culture's continued operation, please consider making a donation. We thank you!
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