Into The Kingdom
I really ought to return to Vox more often.
I've been finished and out of Fanboy for weeks now. And how was it? Well, I'll be honest about a couple of things. For one, I thought the approach was honest and the story compelling, more real than I expected. There were several moments where I really felt (remembered) the particular joy or discomfort of the titular hero. I've been there. Been back, too. And in the end, I was left with the same hope for Fanboy as I should've had more often for my young self.
The play kept me from delving too deeply into anything new since. But now that our spring show is successfully completed, I've been drawn to my shelves, to the books I have already. And the one that caught my eye last night, the book that I read more of this morning, my other hand stirring oatmeal dilligently, was Hunter S. Thompson final collection.
Kingdom Of Fear compiles several of Thompson's posts with Sports Illustrated Online, but it should not be dismissed as some kind of irrelevant sports tome. I'm several pages in, and apart from disparaging remarks about a lily-white basketball player, his focus has remained on himself, on politics and how he sought to maintain his critical-balance above (or below) the political fray.
