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Killing Yourself to LiveBy Chuck Klosterman



Scribner, $23
As road trip companions fare, Spin and Esquire contributor Chuck Klosterman is kind of a downer. First of all, he plans his route so he can stop off at every rock & roll death site he can find. Sometimes this leads to moments of genuine pathos, such as when he does coke with a stranger in the parking lot of the Rhode Island club Great White torched. And sometimes it doesnta mission to see the Lynyrd Skynyrd crash site proves anticlimactic.
Originally conceived as a magazine article, this is a perfect example of why magazine articles arent 256 pages long. Using the death trip as a means of contemplatingughhis own mortality, Klosterman fills the loooooong stretches between pit stops with tangents about ex- and soon-to-be-ex-girlfriends that might try the patience of his closest pals. To stay engaged is not only to care about the authors love life but also to take seriously his rants about which Kiss solo albums he likes best.
One thing not in question here is Klostermans ability to weave a sentence. Packed with hoary gimmicks like footnotesgimmicks even he disparages in an effort to stave off criticsthis could have been insufferable in lesser hands. As is, its merely frustrating that he squanders his skill by taking the wheel with no particular place to go.


