Reissued with a hip new jacket for a summer celebration of modern classics first published by Flamingo in the 1970s: Hunter S Thompson's ether-fuelled, savage journey to the heart of the American Dream.
'We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold . . . And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas . . .'
As knights of old buckled-on armour of supernatural power, so Hunter S Thompson enters Las Vegas armed with a veritable arsenal of "heinous chemicals". His perilous, drug-enhanced confrontations with casino operators, bartenders, police officers and assorted representatives of the silent majority have a hallucinatory humour and nightmare terror seen for the first time on the printed page.