Most critics of Hunter Thompson’s books like to throw around the words “Gonzo” and “crazed” and “counterculture.” All of that sort of labeling is true but none of it is meaningful. Thompson presents the clearest vision of a time dominated by uninhibited rebellion. A garish Ektachrome view through an LSD-tinted kaleidoscope, with no detail left unexamined. This book professes to be about bikers, drugs, and sex, but it is much more. Thompson captures the American id on parade.