I really enjoy reading Chuck Klosterman books, if only because we are the same age and care about the same meaningless things. Reading “Killing Yourself to Live” was no exception. I appreciated that this book had more focus than has previous efforts, even if it’s Chuck’s version of focus.
I’m not even sure how to review a book that is so benign. It passed through me like one of the ghosts in Poltergeist, but without the bonus of a freaky little woman. It’s only been a few days, and I’m not sure if I even remember how it started. NYC? So, I thought I would break from my typical review format and offer up some unconnected thoughts about the book:
- Due to the slug of information about Chuck’s family and hometown, I couldn’t help be constantly reminded of my friend Alan. Chuck and Alan seem to be from the same bowl of soup, and have nearly identical parents, brothers, farms, interests, and eventual escapes from North Dakota. Alan didn’t get to write for Spin, but he was good people. I suspect that Chuck is good people too. This somehow makes me like Chuck’s book more.
- Everybody always comments about how the book is really about the three girls. No way – the book is really about Chuck. He could take out the parts about the girls, make the final stop in Cali, throw in a couple more “we are so going to party” stories, and readers wouldn’t even miss those girls.
- I have always loved the way loud music actually feels inside a car – I now have some further clarification on why that is.
- I would have liked the forgone California leg to have included a stay in the San Francisco room where Bradley Nowell overdosed on heroin. Sublime was unpolished for sure, but Bradley is as under-rated as Kurt is over-rated. I still think we lost more when he died, if only in potential – Cobain had given all he was going to give.
- I need to read the SPIN article. Was there actually a SPIN article? If so, it must have been published while I was between subscriptions. Come to think of it, I have a new sky miles subscription being processed right now. That seems about right.
- I have a new respect for all Tauntauns, two-a-days, hunting laws, and small aircraft.
- I want to go to that cornfield in Iowa where the music died. I can see me dragging my kids our there in ten years and making them listen to Don Mclean the whole time.