Everybody is looking for someone who can stand up in the wind. It is lonely standing up and crowded lying down. I refuse to be an anchor for other people’s dreams – but then I refuse to anchor mine to anyone else. So I have no choice but to stand up and piss into the wind. - Hunter S. Thompson
Great poster artistically and mood-wise but not the “feel” I got from the book. Everything was much sleazier-looking in Paul’s underworld of beleaguered journalists, sex maniacs, rummies and legions of “natives” who would just as soon slit your throat as say “Hola”. In “The Rum Diary”, even the palm trees wilting in the relentless sun are accusatory, in a desultory, yet malevolent way. Paul WISHES his room looked this good, first the “prison cell” he shares with a co-worker, and then the trashed-out beach shack he uses for his liaison. To the best of my knowledge, there was no shag carpeting in the 1950’s–not in the Caribbean anyway!