I'm so shocked. Hunter is the person who inspired me to start writing back in 1984, when a friend gave me a copy of his book on Hells Angels. It was the most fascinating thing I'd ever read and for a few years I was the worst kind of Hunter S Thompson clone.
I've always read his stuff and have taken the journey from seeing him as my hero, through getting sober myself fifteen years ago and slowly realising that there is a sad desperation in his writing that I had somehow managed to step away from.
Ten years ago the Independent (A UK National Newspaper) ran a writing competition for one hundred and fifty word pieces, the angle was you had to write one author's work in the style of another. I wrote The Magic Roundabout (By Eric Thompson -Emma's Dad) by Hunter S Thompson and was one of the winners.
The people I feel sorry for are his family and loved ones. The effects of suicide on them is dreadful. My wife Stella's ex committed sucide three years ago and Stel is still dealing with the consequences now and only a few weeks ago I burried a very close friend who also killed himself. Sad, very sad.
I think Hunter never really became the writer that he'd set out to be. There was a great, serious novel in him and somehow he got sidetracked by Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and ended up an icon for every druggie in the western world. I'm, not sure that in the end that brought him hapiness. On the other hand Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail is probably one of the best books on American politics I've ever read and his book on Hells Angels is probably one of the great pieces of American journalism.
RIP Hunter