Grasp Killing Yourself To Live: 85% Of A True Story Drafted By Chuck Klosterman Depicted In Electronic Format

many thoughts about this very, very GenX document of travel and longing, At times I smiled at Klosterman's evocations of the simple beauty of the most mundane things, At times I wanted to snap his glasses in half and shove him in the nearest locker which I probably couldn't do, because while his external persona is nerdier than mine, he actually is a former jock.
To be honest, it was so many thoughts I wrote a whole thing about it,

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sitelink blogspot. c I am a sucker for pop culture and I like to be entertained, This book fit the bill, And yet, I wish the author didn't come off as such a jerk,

Enjoyed the narration and found this audiobook perfect for commuting, Klosterman has a voice like no other, I've never read a book that made me feel so intellectually stimulated, I instantly wanted to tell everyone I knew to read this book so that we could have intellectual conversations about life, death, love, The book is supposed to be about Chuck's journey to find out what makes a rock star a legend when they die early, Not much of the book is dedicated to this topic, It's more of the backstory of the book, not necessarily the thesis of it, There were times where I got lost in his music references and how they related to things in his life, I don't know tons about the lives of the members of KISS or Lynyrd Skynyrd However this didn't take too much away from my appreciation of the book, If anything it made me want to learn more about these bands and their members so that I can have an even deeper appreciation for the book,

I cannot express how highly I recommend this book,
This sounded pretty good, The author goes on a road trip in search of actual places that famous rock musicians died, He is a writer for Spin Magazine, If this was actually what the book was about I think it would have been interesting but he barely touches on his destinations and instead reverts to whining about the lost loves of his life and everything else that sucks in his life.
He also frequently gives his opinion about music and musicians, most of whom I have never heard of, He tries to be humorous but it falls flat for me because so much of what he writes about is depressing or whining, Interesting concept for a book, I just think it could have been done better, My favorite part was the bit at the end where the lady discouraged the author from writing the book, I have loved some of Klosterman's writing, but this book is really not for me, It's about Chuck spendingweeks driving around the country, mostly by himself, locating the places where famous rock musicians have died, And he has some tremendous oneliners thrown in there, but Chuck and I don't care for the same music, and I just never really got into his chapter after chapter of how this or that song/album/group moved him, and his thoughts on how/where that person died.
If you are a serious music fiend, this is totally for you, I am going to start this review by saying that Chuck's friend was right, He shouldn't have published this book, I picked it up or, rather, was given thinking that it would be an exploration of sites where dead rockers perished, Growing up in Seattle, I was bred with an intense love of Kurt Cobain, Growing up goth, I have an intense love of death, So this book would have been a LOT better in my mind if it had either a Actually talked more about dead rock or b Been a little clearer that this book had nothing to do with dead rock.
I spend the wholeor so pages listening to a man complain because he's getting too much tail, True, he is very quotable at times and brings up some valid points about god, infidelity, and the like, but other than that, he just whined for thousands of miles about how his girlfriends were like KISS.
Maybe worth a read if you're a liberal arts major who watches Wes Anderson movies and thinks Ed Hardy is the most amazing form of popular art the fashion world has ever seen.
This book should be on "Stuff White People Like",

Book/Once again, Chuck Klosterman reveals himself to be a boring, selfcentered paragon of bad taste with horrible ideas about the relations between the sexes, Why do I keep reading him

The only really interesting chapter revolves around the Great White concert fire, revealing the poignancy of the men who lost friends and brothers at the show.
I just wish that he would go as far as he thinks he's going into genuine critique of cultural elitism and how callously it allows us to treat each other.
Many considered the Great White concert tragedy a joke because the band itself are seen as only beloved by "white trash" or "rednecks" not the culturally aware even subhuman, A crowdcrushing fatality at a Smashing Pumpins concert a few years ago was treated with shocking cruelty by some of my fellows in the music industry for the same reason.
Klosterman hints at condemning this attitude but, perhaps realizing the extent his readership belong to the callous "elite" group, shies away,

Classic Klosterman sexism abounds here as well, Do most guys actually think that putting women on a pedestal of otherness accomplishes anything positive So tiresome,

Also classic Klosterman: boringass prose, His popularity makes me sad, When judging Klosterman's work, what you're really doing is judging Klosterman, And yes, I say judging on purpose, Not criticizing. Because that would call for an indepth assessment of a valuable work instead of a moral appraisal of the man behind the book, And I am judging him harshly in this book,

What was recommended to me as a great "road trip book" soon seemed like a chore, drudging through all of his pop culture references and insipid bullshit about his own life history.
Like climbing up sand dunes, hard going and calf muscles burning, trying to find the oasis, but when you get over the ridge there's more sand, And not a drop of water in sight, Only, it's more like a landfill, Yeah, a landfill, not sand, And you're climbing through everyone else's shit to try and find one salvageable piece of shit in the pile,

So here we are again listening to Klosterman, who it becomes more and more apparent isn't Mark Spitz, And I admit, I enjoyed some of Klosterman's other collections of essays because sometimes I am in the mood for his smarmy, spiteful, silly little shithead takes on the world at large filtered through music and pop culture references.
It's his bulwark and I understand that because the real world is too tough for him to deal with outside of the buffer of imagined connections and metaphors in the music, movies and books he reads.


And that really is the crux of Klosterman he hides behind these things, Instead of making an honest assessment of life and his surroundings, he uses this sleight of hand in his pop culture internalizing to beat it back and not deal with it in any meaningful way.
But we are supposed to think that he is thinking very deeply about his life and the world at large in regard and respect to pop culture, But he isn't. What little he does bring away from these analyses may seem deep but are rehearsed and forced, Making ontological connections from bad arguments,

So, in this, he connects even less to the pop culture he reveres and idolizes, and moves instead to make an even bigger pile of shit in this landfill I'll very loosely call "his work".


What this book is is a big heap of facts and rumors associated with different rock bands and their dead members, And intersperesed are pieces about his life that may or may not be true but which, in the end, matter very little, And that is the crux of this book, A big pile of crap you could have gathered off of wiki sites and wrapped around your own personal experiences, There is nothing really to take away except the petty gossip, So read it and get your fill of water cooler bullshit,

If my enjoyment of a book can be measured in reading speed, this is one of the most enjoyable books I've read in a long time, I simply couldn't put it down,

Now, I may be biased, I think Chuck Klosterman is totally likeable because I think, more than most people I read, he thinks like I think, And I think a lot of people have this private thought when they're reading him, Here is this nerdy guy who throws around pop culture references like

sprinkles on the cupcake of his own selfdeprecating overanalyzing sadness, And frankly, I think we all feel that way sometimes,

But I can also see how other people might not like Klosterman, And the book isn't perfect, It moves around a lot, inserts references that aren't always clear, but thats part of its charm, Its like Klosterman wrote a particularly funny diary for us about this road trip he went on and reading it made everyone feel a little better about the times they can be a little selfabsorbed or monomaniacal or just plain bad at communication.


Klosterman is a reflection of all of us at our most earnest and sometimes most awkward,

Now, this book is ostensibly about rock star death but I really think its about the death of one's self throughout life, How certain chapters have to be closed in order for new one's to be started, On this theme, Klosterman is poignant and heartfelt, in his own way, and it really is what makes the book so worthwhile,

This book, as well as Klosterman in general, comes highly recommended, And when you read it, and fall in love with it, be sure to feel super envious of my autographed copy, Building on the national bestselling success of Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, preeminent pop culture writer Chuck Klosterman unleashes his best book yetthe story of his crosscountry tour of sites where rock have died and his search for love, excitement, and the meaning of death.


For,miles, Chuck Klosterman thought about dying, He drove a rental car from New York to Rhode Island to Georgia to Mississippi to Iowa to Minneapolis to Fargo to Seattle, and he chased death and rock n roll all the way.
Within the span of twentyone days, Chuck had three relationships endone by choice, one by chance, and one by exhaustion, He snorted cocaine in a graveyard, He walked a halfmile through a bean field, A man in Dickinson, North Dakota, explained to him why we have fewer windmills than we used to, He listened to the KISS solo albums and the Rod Stewart box set, At one point, poisonous snakes became involved, The road is hard. From the Chelsea Hotel to the swampland where Lynyrd Skynyrds plane went down to the site where Kurt Cobain blew his head off, Chuck explored every brand of rock star demise.
He wanted to know why the greatest career move any musician can make is to stop breathing, . . and what this means for the rest of us, Yay. I'm FINALLY done. I just finished this book and I think a more accurate title for it would be "To all the manic pixie dream girls I've loved before", The idea of driving across America to visit its most famous rock 'n roll death sites is interesting but it doesn't feel to me as if this author had the maturity or insight to really do the subject matter justice the majority of the book consists of the author's narcissistic and adolescent rambling about his various boring relationships and encounters with women, none of whom seem very real.
This is a well written but ultimately a lazy, shallow and unrewarding book, This was a quick read and appealed to my music nerd side, Minus one star for being a typical douchey boyfriend type, There's really nothing I could say about this book that would make it sound appealing to anyone other than thirtysomething music nerds, Klosterman on assignment from Spin magazine travels crosscountry visiting some of music most infamous death sites, In the course of his travels he ruminates on life, love, and KISS, Klosterman's takes on pop culture are unfailingly funny, usually right on the mark, and more often than not reflect things I wish I had said myself, The whole book was like catnip to me but then again, I'm a thirtysomething music nerd, Witty, charming, hilarious and offbeat, Chuck Klosterman feels like the real life personification of Rob from High Fidelity, Eager to read more of his work! Fun listening to a local boy and hearing about his "tour!"
, . . and Mr. Klosterman and I officially fall in love, If you're going to date me, you should read this book, If you want to learn how to smoke marijuana resin using parts of your car, you should read this, Don't read this book if you have epilepsy, This felt like my first long form go around with CK and he delivered, Pretty sure Ive read “sex drugs and cocoa puffs”, but only about a million yrs ago,

What a wistful and gnarly road trip punctuated with punchy pop philosophy at the end of nearly every paragraph, I was hooked. But I think it also helps that Im a fan of rocknroll whos had her fair share of fallings out with lovers

I'm really glad that I went through this in this particular phase of my life.
It mainly revolves around punk rock and death but it also has several intertwined romance plots too, which constitute equal interests, I also enjoyed it as a travel memoir, meeting people and contemplating death and music as we've always strived to understand it with our own romantic frustrations and yet so romantic.
I don't agree about everything Chuck says, but I believe that he has a fascinating and erudite perspective of whatever he talks about, And this work consists of a plethora of criticism about labels and quite interesting films too, Overall, I believe Chuck to be a fine rock critic, although I don't always agree with his ratings,

Well, I was in a heavy metal phase but now I feel like diverting to Audioslave and Alice in Chains, I wanted this book to be a Sarah Vowell's "Assassination Vacation"style account of the US history of rock n roll deaths as narrated by the typically witty Chuck Klosterman.
That seemed like that's what this book was going to be, BUT IT WAS NOT.

RNR history occupies maybeof this book,talking about how great he thinks Radiohead is,talking about how great he thinks KISS is,talking about writing about music for a living and how much he hates the idea of this roadtrip,boring stories about Chuck's exgirlfriends seriously "we talked about horses" is a line that is included in this book TWICE,quotable funniness,Chuck gets stoned, alone, and denies he is an addict.


I kind of can't see how anybody can complain about two weeks of road tripping, But whatever, Chuck's world is not my world,

Additionally, I find it totally disgusting and reprehensible that Klosterman says retarded people are unlikeable,

p., Chuck's having an imaginary conversation with his exgirlfriends: " 'What would happen if I stopped being funny What if I became retarded What if I stopped listening to you whenever you talk about why you like shopping for boots How long would it be before you stopped talking to me'
'That, in a nutshell is why you don't understand what 'Layla' is about,' Quincy would interject.
'Diane brought up qualities that make someone physically unattractive, You are bringing up qualities that make someone unlikable, ' Quincy is making a valid point, if I do say so myself, "

Where were his editors Where's the content of this book I prefer when Chuck sticks to writing about pop culture and NOT his female troubles since he clearly has serious, serious issues with women.
See my review of "Fargo Rock City" for more on that point: sitelink goodreads. com/review/show/

Ultimately, the author should have listened to his friend Lucy Chance, .