Today, Saturday June seventeenth, I acquired my first copy in boards ( a " hardback " to you untutored civilians out there ) of Dr. Hunter S. Thompon's fabled book Hell's Angels. In my excitement over this addition to inventory I feverishly composed the following review and now post it here without further reflection on its aesthetic merits. As if.
Greased an Hells
Motorcyles banging down the road
chopping off the miles
spinning spokes, smoking rubber
chrome flash trash talking bikers
Thug themed thumbs down dreamers
two hot wheels to hell
they don't smell
A brood apart from Babbitt
out of touch
citizens of no man's land
Angels of an early death
from crystal meth
or kidney failure
failed by dumping at high speed
too few brains spatulaed along
the center line
skid row slammed forever
damned to concrete
saddle jouncing numbnuts
romanticised by dimwits
of the nude journalism
It's ten bucks without a dustjacket.
Paperbacks are called books " in wraps ".
Large books in wraps are called "trade paperbacks ",
and small books ( pocket size ) are called
mass market paperbacks.
Also available is a fine clean group of 54 of the so called
Great Books, a set of books in boards which the
University of Chicago at one time determined that all
educated people should be conversant with or even
display at home as part of a fine library. I cannot
disagree with this sentiment.
Another great set of books currently offered
for your reading pleasure is an 1804 edition bound in
leather of Addison and Steele's The Spectator, that
London periodical of the 1700's so beloved of
college English teachers. It is way cool looking,
and the forty odd volumes are yours for about $450 U.S.
The foregoing ode to the late Dr. Thompson's book is now
clearly out there in the Public Domain and may be easily
plagiarized by any fifteen year old kid who has long dreamed
of being the hit and run homicide victim of a crazed man at the wheel
of an old Ford van filled with books. In boards, mostly, the heaviest kind.