Killing Yourself To Live is PAINFUL. the cat is SO self-indulgent that it ruins a good premise (he’s a Spin magazine writer taking a road trip across America to visit the death sites of rock stars). just to give you an idea of how pompous he is, he includes a conversation with a friend in which she discourages him from writing the book, claiming that “idiot bloggers” will say that she was right.

Lucy Chance, you were right.

Klosterman obviously has this vast knowledge of stuff I’d like to know, and imparts a little of it here and there, but it’s all interspersed among anecdotal tripe and personal stories (he conducts an imaginary dialogue with himself at one point, and comments upon doing so in it) and post-modern irony but to no good end. I’m not so much interested in your life, pal, just what you know.

visiting rock star death places