THOMPSON, Hunter S. (b.1939). Typed letter signed ("HST") to Murray Fisher, n.p., 20 September 1965. 2 pages, 4to. A letter forwarding the enclosed typescript of a piece on the Hell's Angels, starting: "I am not usually this difficult, but..." -- "Hell's Angels." Typed manuscript for the story. 13 pages, 4to. HEADED "NOT A FINAL DRAFT" AND WITH CORRECTIONS BY THOMPSON.
[With:] Typed letter signed ("HST") to David Butler, Woody Creek, Co., 16 August 1973. 1½ pages, 4to, on Rolling Stone stationery. A fine letter detailing his piece "The Great Shark Hunt," in which he forwards the enclosed xerox: "Here's another chunk--probably the last big one. What I have to do now is lace the shit together and try to cut it down to size. In any case, we now have the raw material...The main problem here was my original/disastrous decision to try to do anything in tandem with [an article on] Watergate..." -- "The Great Shark Hunt." Photocopy of typescript for the story which appeared in Playboy, December, 1974. 34 pages, folio. [With:] Contact sheets of photographs of Thompson aboard ship.
[With:] 16 typed and 3 autograph letters signed ("HST" and "H") to Jim Goode, David Butler and John Gabree, Woody Creek, Co, 28 August 1967-22 July 1975. Together 26½ pages, 4to. A suberb and often hilarious correspondence from Thompson to Playboy. His topics range from an article on "a big name rock band" like Jefferson Airplane to personal expenses: "I need some time to work of my expense-account pot. I miss the nerve-wracking sound of the landlord whipping on the door. Things are too easy these days... at least momentarily" (18 October 1967). Other letters discuss an article on marijuana trafficing, and editorial comments: "I'd prefer a brutally honest note to any sort of ghreasy-vague 'ain't it a shame' fuckaround" (1 July 1969). "I just finished reading the carbon of piece I did on Nixon's campaign in New Hampshire last year and I realize now that I should never have let the editors (of Pageant) touch a fucking word of it... because most of what they cut now seems like prophecy" (9 July 1969). "But just as I was finally shaking off the last of the acid horrors about ten this morning, Sandy came back with the mail--which included... a copy of Wolfe's 'New Journalism' book... which didn't tell me a hell of a lot except that I used to be a hell of a lot more choerent [sic] writer than I seem to be now. Or maybe just hungrier. Or more vengeful. Who can say for sure?" (22 June 1973). With a 2-page autograph manuscript draft of notes by Thompson for a story. And with related carbon and photocopied correspondence relating to Thompson. (24)