A Quick Tip by rbuchanan
In correspondence, literature and journalism, HST exhaustively explicated the slope, crest and break of American civilization's thrilling, reprobate 20th century prepotency. His oeuvre is an invaluable resource in appraisal of the postwar era's addled, volatile dynamism, when multiplex dysfunction assumed normality and latitude afforded by a sybaritic culture and its unremitting technological advances were exploited for the hedonism of plenteous profit and pleasure. In our era of declension, when America abases itself as a sanitized morass of sedate and supine mediocrity, the parlous paradigms to which the world raged agog, the perfidy and obloquy against which HST declaimed are but savory memories.
None too many glutted themselves so surfeit as this choleric voluptuary of language, narcotics, firearms and fury. His legacy consists of a short story quartet, pair of novels, codex-length chronicles of phenomena (into which he prominently interposed himself), thousands of photographs evocative of bygone ethos and hundreds of intrepid, vociferous essays collected in a dozen anthologies. In this totality, the sapient subjectivity of a self-described romance junkie assured a commitment to verity, if not certainty.