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Alexandru Andrasoni alexandrasoni — I liked "Through the Walls", "Bear Caught", "But Emerson Says...", "Speech of Artificio", "West", "Sidekick", "The Willow", "A Bird's Head...", and "Made Easy".

Michael Klein micklein035042 — I tore through this book like I was being timed. It wasn't anywhere near the best thing I've ever read - in life or by HST - but it was immensely readable and an incredibly interesting sociocultural snapshot of the Hell's Angels. I've been itching to read this for awhile and finally broke down and bought it. Tiny, Sonny, Berdoo and all the Mamas came alive with HST's glorious descriptions. HST did a good job of honestly and evenly describing these complex and contradictory men (and their followers). They were violent, honest, funny, loyal and law-breaking wildmen who terrorized communities wherever they went. HST was the first journalist to be granted such intimate access to the Angels. The book was written in 1965 - during the heady and tumultuous introduction of the Hell's Angels to the wider U.S of A. The Angels were notoriously wary and distrustful of media, and so it was an even bigger boon for HST to be able to spend so much time as part of the Angels camp. The stories of the brawls, the riots, the violence towards women were shocking and lived up to the reputation of the Hell's Angels that persists to this day. A few of the scenes that HST described involving group sex (rape?) were almost impossible to read. What was even more interesting came at the end as HST slowed down to really digest his experience and what the Angels stood for in a larger context. HST was able to witness how the Angels moved from a press-wary outlaw group, into a well-publicized and more media savvy, politically motivated symbol. The Angels, like the rest of the country in the sixties, were confronting their own prejudices. Many of the Angels were small-minded racists. This actually surprised me a bit because I assumed that for a group that lived on the outside, they would also reject the stereotypes and labels placed on others. The Angels were also staunchly patriotic and fiercely against the anti-war movement that was raging in California (their primary base of operations). One of my favorite parts of the book was how HST captured the irony of the Angels' political views. "The Angels, like all other motorcycle outlaws, are rigidly anti-Communist. Their political views are limited to the same kind of retrograde patriotism that motivates the John Birch Society, the Ku Klux Klan and the American Nazi Party. They are blind to the irony of their role...knight errants of a faith from which they have already been excommunicated. The Angels will be among the first to be locked up or croaked if the politicians they think they agree with ever come to power." The Hell's Angels were different things to different people. Their image and "what they stood for" was co-opted and interpreted by various groups - anti-war protesters, the beatniks, the police, the government. To the staid squares, the Angels represented hell on earth and a threat to all they held near and dear. At a bohemian party that HST attended, the "respectable Berkeley intellectuals" were disappointed when he arrived sans Angels. They were "looking for excitement while their husbands and varied escorts wanted to talk about 'alienation' and a 'generation in revolt.'" Ken Kesey and his merry band of pranksters saw the Angels, for a time, as "the last American heroes we have." This of a conflicted group of men who drank, did any drugs that were available and bashed people's heads in. This of a fiercely loyal band of brothers who valued honesty and integrity and could surprise with true moments of humor and kindness. One of "straightest" pieces of reporting that I've ever read by HST. I enjoy his more flamboyant and out-there pieces, but this wasn't too shabby. Read For Yourself: The girls stood quietly in a group, wearing tight slacks, kerchiefs and sleveless blouses or sweaters, with boots and dark glasses, uplift bras, bright lipstick and the wary expressions of half-bright souls turned mean and nervous from too much bitter wisdom in too few years.

Acid Acid _cid — This is my favorite book. I've read it at least 5 times, and I'm still not sick of it. It should be required reading if you have ever searched for meaning in your life.