Or so Amazon tells me:

I am trying to imagine the people — it appears that there are more than one — who bought these two books simultaneously. They would, perhaps, be fascinated by the radically untrammeled individualism of Hunter S. Thompson and yet aware that such licentiousness cannot over the long term sustain human flourishing. Nisbet’s book to them would be a blueprint for living wisely; Thompson’s a cautionary tale and a diagnostic tool for exploring the subterranean reaches of American anomie.

Or maybe they’d just be people who like thoughts well-articulated and stories well-told. In any case, the conjunction kinda freaks me out.