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True tales of writers and pirates, painters and potheads, guitar pickers and drug merchants in America's southernmost city For Hemingway and Fitzgerald, there was Paris in the twenties. For others, later, there was Greenwich Village, Big Sur, and Woodstock. But for an even later generation--one defined by the likes of Jimmy Buffett, Tom McGuane, and Hunter S. Thompson--there was another moveable feast: Key West, Florida. The small town on the two-by-four-mile island has long been an artistic haven, a wild refuge for people of all persuasions, and the inspirational home for a league of great American writers. Some of the artists went there to be literary he-men. Some went to re-create themselves. Others just went to disappear--and succeeded. No matter what inspired the trip, Key West in the seventies was the right place at the right time, where and when an astonishing collection of artists wove a web of creative inspiration.Mile Marker Zero tells the story of how these writers and artists found their identities in Key West and maintained their friendships over the decades, despite oceans of booze and boatloads of pot, through serial marriages and sexual escapades, in that dangerous paradise.Unlike the "Lost Generation" of Paris in the twenties, we have a generation that invented, reinvented, and found itself at the unending cocktail party at the end--and the beginning--of America's highway.
"Gets it all in: the boozing and drugging . . . but also the intelligence, the loyalty, the inherent decency." --Jonathan Yardley, Washington Post Hunter S. Thompson detonated a two-ton bomb under the staid field of journalism with his magazine pieces and revelatory Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. In Outlaw Journalist, the famous inventor of Gonzo journalism is portrayed as never before. Through in-depth interviews with Thompson's associates, William McKeen gets behind the drinking and the drugs to show the man and the writer--one who was happy to be considered an outlaw and for whom the calling of journalism was life.