Well, I haven’t checked in for a while and that’s because I haven’t been reading much. I’m starting to find the stack o’ books in my room intimidating and every time I look at it I want to pull the duvet over my head and hide out for a while. I recently bought Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and I’m hoping to read it before I see the movie (Viggo Mortensen=hotness). If all goes well, I’ll start it tonight or tomorrow. In the coming months, I’ll be dividing my blogging time between this book blog and the random/pop culture/nostalgia blog that I started earlier this month. I think it’s sort of bonkers trying to maintain two blogs and the ephemera celebrated on my other site sort flies in the face of what I was trying to accomplish here. But like a Big Mac, I have layers, and I felt it was important to embrace all of those layers–as anti-intellectual as some of them may be. I’m also hoping to be a bit more diligent about my freelancing now that I’m totally done with school and hopefully I’ll have a bunch of links to articles I’ve written up on this site soon.
Thanks for reading!
Filed under: Reviews and Final Opinions | Tags: Chuck Klosterman, Eating the Dinosaur
Chuck Klosterman is responsible for validating my debilitating pop culture habit. After reading Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, I started to see entertainment journalism as a viable career option (for better or worse).
His essays are droll and chock-a-block full of curious interpretations of everyday objects and cultural phenomena; he’s amusing even when he’s criticizing something that I—unhip lady that I am—enjoy; and he’s insightful but not intimidatingly so—all of his books are conversational, sprinkled with slang and mild profanity, addressing issues that are accessible to the PhD-less.
Klosterman, I think, embodies a different kind of intellectualism, a more relatable kind. Armchair intellectualism. His essays impose a deeply philosophical, scholarly, and often, historical context upon banalities sans irony. We aren’t meant to laugh at an elaborate analysis of ABBA, we’re meant to laugh at how legitimate that analysis is—the It’s-funny-‘cause-it’s-true paradigm.
Since the release of his definitive work, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs in 2003, Klosterman has become a bit of a celebrity—ostensibly a part of all that pop culture debris he’s so apt to critique. In Eating the Dinosaur, his latest collection, he overtly addresses that issue in the book’s opening essay, “Something Instead of Nothing,” which is essentially meditation on the art and practice of interviewing and being interviewed.
In the essay, Klosterman who has contributed to Spin, The Washington Post, and Esquire, writes, “For the past five years, I’ve spent more time being interviewed than conducting interviews with other people. I am not complaining about this, nor am I proud of it—it’s just the way things worked out, mostly by chance. But the experience has been confusing.”
Eating the Dinosaur feels like Klosterman’s attempt to replicate the content, style, and success of Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs. But this isn’t something that he’s able to do. I’m not criticizing him, I’m just saying that his psychic distance has changed. He very literally cannot write the same way that he wrote back in 2003 for all of the reasons that none of us can write or think or behave the way we did in 2003, but also because he is, whether he wants to admit it or not, a celebrity. So while reading this book, there’s this mildly uncomfortable tension sort of haunting the margins. Despite my love for pop culture reportage—I almost would have preferred to read something completely devoted to his transformation into a public figure.
Although, there were a few things that weren’t working for me in Eating the Dinosaur—the discussion of sports, the rehashing of issues discussed in previous work, how meta the whole thing is—I did enjoy the book overall and would recommend it, especially to people who haven’t read Klosterman. There is an articulate, satisfyingly geeky dissection of time travel called “Tomorrow Never Knows” that should go down in history as the authoritative text on the subject.
When Klosterman is good, he’s really good.
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