“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…"

So begins 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas', ace Gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson's savage dissection of the American dream. As knights of old buckled on armour of supernatural power, so Hunter Thompson entered 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 an hallucinatory humour and nightmare terror never before seen on the printed page.