Hunter S. Thompson and Ralph Steadman - The Curse of Lono

The Curse of Lono

by Hunter S. Thompson

Illustrated by Ralph Steadman

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Hunter Thompson

The King of Gonzo returns in

The Curse of LONO

an hilarious, brain-curdling South Sea adventure, the story of Hunter Thompson's epic escapades in Hawaii. Weird Tales from a Weird World by the quintessential outlaw journalist and best-selling author of:

THE GREAT SHARK HUNT

"Elicits the same kind of admiration one would feel for a streaker at

Queen Victoria's funeral."

-- William F. Buckley, Jr.

FEAR AND LOATHING ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL

"The most creatively crazy journalism... brilliant and honorable and valuable...

the literary equivalent of Cubism: all rules are broken."

-- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS

"A scorching epochal sensation!'

-- Tom Wolfe

HELL'S ANGELS

"Superb and terrifying."

-- Studs Terkel

Profusely illustrated in black and white and

blazing color by Ralph Steadman

THE CURSE OF LONO

A Bantam Book / November 1983

Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission

to quote from copyrighted material:

From The Last Voyage of Captain James Cook by Richard Hough,

copyright 1979 by Richard Hough. Used by permission of William

Morrow & Co., Inc., and Macmillan London Limited.

From Hawaiian Monarchy: The Romantic Years by Maxine Mrantz,

"The Law of the Splintered Oar" copyright 1974 by Maxine Mrantz.

Used by permission of Aloha Graphics & Sales, Inc.

From "Hula Hula Boys" by Warren Zevon. Lyrics reprinted permission of

Zevon Music (BMI). Copyright 1982 by Zevon Music.

Text copyright 1983 by Hunter S. Thompson

Illustrations copyright 1983 by Ralph Steadman

All rights reserved.

Produced by Laila Nabulsi

Book design by Yaron Fidler.

This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part, by

mimeograph or any other means, without permission.

For information address: Bantam Books, Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data

Thompson, Hunter S.

The curse of Lono.

1. Thompson, Hunter S. 2. Journalists -- United States -- Biography.

3. Hawaii -- Description and travel -- 1981- . I. Steadman, Ralph. II. Title.

PN4874.T444A33 1983 070'.92'4 [B] 83-90660

ISBN 0-553-01387-4 (pbk.)

Published simultaneously in the United States and Canada

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

WAK 0 9 8 7 6 5 4

Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Arian brown,

For the Christian riles, and the Arian smiles, and it weareth the Christian down;

And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased,

And the epitaph drear: 'A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.'

Rudyard Kipling

"The Naulahka"

The Romantic God Lono

I have been writing a good deal, of late, about the great god Lono and Captain Cook's personation of him. Now, while I am here in Lono's home, upon ground which his terrible feet have trodden in remote ages -- unless these natives lie, and they would hardly do that I suppose -- I might as well tell who he was.

The idol the natives worshipped for him was a slender unornamented staff twelve feet long. Unpoetical history says he was a favorite god on the island of Hawaii -- a great king who had been deified for meritorious services -- just our fashion of rewarding heroes, with the difference that we would have made him a postmaster instead of a god, no doubt. In an angry moment he slew his wife, a goddess named Kaikilani Alii. Remorse of conscience drove him mad, and tradition presents us the singular spectacle of a god traveling "on the shoulder"; for in his gnawing grief he wandered about from place to place, boxing and wrestling with all whom he met. Of course this pastime soon lost its novelty, inasmuch as it must necessarily have been the case that when so powerful a deity sent a frail human opponent "to grass," he never came back anymore. Therefore he instituted games called makahiki, and ordered that they should be held in his honor, and then sailed for foreign lands on a three-cornered raft, stating that he would return some day, and that was the last of Lono. He was never seen anymore; his raft got swamped perhaps. But the people always expected his return, and they were easily led to accept Captain Cook as the restored god.

Mark Twain

Letters from Hawaii

Running

May 23, 1980

Hunter S. Thompson

c/o General Delivery

Woody Creek, CO

Dear Hunter:

To keep a potential screed down to a few lines, we would like you to cover the Honolulu Marathon. We will pay all expenses and an excellent fee. Please contact us.

Think about it. This is a good chance for a vacation.

Sincerely,

Paul Perry

Executive Editor,

Running Magazine

October 25, 1980

Owl Farm

Dear Ralph,

I think we have a live one this time, old sport. Some dingbat named Perry up in Oregon wants to give us a month in Hawaii for Christmas and all we have to do is cover the Honolulu Marathon for his magazine, a thing called Running ...

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, Ralph. You're pacing around over there in the war room at the Old Loose Court and thinking, "Why me ? And why now ? Just when I'm getting respectable?"

Well... let's face it, Ralph; anybody can be respectable, especially in England. But not everybody can get paid to run like a bastard for 26 miles in some maniac hype race called the Honolulu Marathon.

We are both entered in this event, Ralph, and I feel pretty confident about winning. We will need a bit of training, but not much.

The main thing will be to run as an entry and set a killer pace for the first three miles. These body-nazis have been training all year for the supreme effort in this Super Bowl of marathons. The promoters expect 10,000 entrants, and the course is 26 miles; which means they will all start slow... because 26 miles is a hell of a long way to run, for any reason at all, and all the pros in this field will start slow and pace themselves very carefully for the first 20 miles.

But not us, Ralph. We will come out of the blocks like human torpedoes and alter the whole nature of the race by sprinting the first three miles shoulder-to-shoulder in under 10 minutes.

A pace like that will crack their nuts, Ralph. These people are into running, not racing -- so our strategy will be to race like whorehounds for the first three miles . I figure we can crank ourselves up to a level of frenzy that will clock about 9:55 at the three-mile checkpoint... which will put us so far ahead of the field that they won't even be able to see us. We will be over the hill and all alone when we hit the stretch along Ala Moana Boulevard still running shoulder-to-shoulder at a pace so fast and crazy that not even the judges will feel sane about it... and the rest of the field will be left so far behind that many will be overcome with blind rage and confusion.

I've also entered you in the Pipeline Masters, a world class surfing contest on the north shore of Oahu on Dec. 26.

You will need some work on your high-speed balance for this one, Ralph. You'll be shot through the curl at speeds up to 50 or even 75 miles an hour, and you won't want to fall.

I won't be with you in the Pipeline gig, due to serious objections raised by my attorney with regard to the urine test and other legal ramifications.

But I will enter the infamous Liston Memorial Rooster Fight, at $1,000 per unit on the universal scale -- e.g., one minute in the cage with one rooster wins $1,000... or five minutes with one rooster is worth $5,000... and two minutes with five roosters is $10,000... etc.