I just finished reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. It was my first time reading this particular work of Thompson's, I had previously devoured The Great Shark Hunt and Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72. But in this work I found something I hadn't entirely expected. Enmeshed in this story of absurdity and crazy adventures is an extremely poignant and profound observation of the rise and fall of the 60's generation.
I sometimes wish today's generation had that same power and spirit, that willingness to do whatever you could to incite change. There are still so many people out there who do, who try daily, but somehow today I am not sure it means the same. I don't think there is the same hopefulness that existed in the 60's, whether it was an illusion then or not.
"There was madness in any direction, at any hour...You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing wasright, that we were winning...."
"And that, I think, was the handle-that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting-on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave..."
If only we could ride that wave again.