doodle wrote:
MT,
When I read what you write, I often get the picture that you are this guy:
Who has somehow gotten himself trapped inside of this guy:
There was a time in my life when I thought Hunter S. Thompson was the coolest guy who ever lived.
When he committed suicide it was a really really sad thing for me because I thought that he had a unique voice that no one else before or since has come close to matching in its intensity. The problem is that the later HST was a shadow of the writer he was from the late 1960s through the mid 1970s, and I don't blame him for being depressed at the loss of his literary voice that I'm sure he missed as much as his fans did.
I even journeyed to the Woody Creek Tavern in 1991 hoping to meet him. I did not meet him, but it was still a very worthwhile pilgrimage.
The thing that makes me happy, though, is that instead of merely mimicking HST, I feel like I understand my own voice as a writer (which is, of course, different from anyone else), and thus I am able write many things with almost no thought--i.e., once I understand what MT would say about something, I just say it. The piece just appears in my head more or less complete (especially its rhythm), and the challenge is just to transcribe it accurately, which sometimes takes some trial and error, but it's always pretty easy to tell when I have it wrong because
it just doesn't sound right.