I read this for my inebriation themed book club and I am already forgetting it, which doesn't say much for it. In case you are one of the five people on earth who hasn't seen the movie - Thompson goes to Vegas to cover an absurd motorcycle race through the desert while eating half blotters of acid, sniffing ether and making mildly interesting observations.

Now I am trying to figure out what we are actually going to converse about at the book club. We could talk about the absurdities of Vegas, where I was for a birthday party this weekend. But it is just too easy to chew up a place where people drop tens of thousands in one night while, according to the cab driver, 86% of homeowners are underwater on their mortgages.

I suppose we could talk about journalism and the illusion that anybody is "fair and balanced" or impartial, or why we should pretend to be. Or maybe we could talk about all the minor, and not so minor, abuses of women in the book? How about just testosterone fueled writing in general? Or what kind of world you have to grow up in to operate without the slightest consideration to how your behavior effects, or even terrorizes, other people?

Somebody sell me on this book. I don't want to just have a gripe session. Help me out.