“Sexuality is 15 percent real and 85 percent illusion.” Chuck Klosterman

I am an anti-christ 
I am an anarchist
Don’t know what I want but 
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos I
I wanna be anarchy!

I picked up Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story by Chuck Klosterman on Friday. Barnes & Noble had it for $5.95 hardcover (and if you know me I prefer hardcovers over softcovers because they can handle more abuse). This is the first book that is nonphilosophical and nonacademic that I’ve actually started lining in. Soon remarks will appear on the borders to the quotes that I love. In the first three chapters of the book – entitled “The Day Before the First Day,” “The Night Before the First Day,” and “The First Day” – Klosterman has already managed to capture my attention. I’ve never read any of his other books before, though I do happen to like his collumn in Esquire, which was the reason I picked up the book in the first place (however, doesn’t explain why I haven’t picked up the others). 

Because I haven’t finished the book (I just started today), I’m not going to go into much detail about it because there isn’t much I can share, however, I do want to quote the sections of the first three chapters that I love a lot. So enjoy them.

Sid Vicious was not the original bassist for the Pistols; he joined the band after they fired original member Glen Matlock. The only thing everyone seems to know about Vicious is that he could not play bass at all. Ironcially (or perhaps predictably), Sid’s inability to play his instrument is the single most crucial element in the history of punk; he is hte example everyone uses (consciously or unconsciously) when advocating the import of any musical entity that his not necessarily musical. The fact that he could not do something correctly—yet do it significantly—is all that anyone needs to know about punk rock. That notion is punk rock, completely defined in one sentence. (Pp. 5-6)

Traveling to Ithaca might seem harmless, but it’s actually a metaphor. In fact, there may be a day in the near future when you find yourself in a conversation about this book, and someone will ask you what the story is really about, beyond the rudimentary narrative of a cross-country death trip based on a magazine article. And it’s very likely you will say, “Well, the larger thesis is somewhat underdeveloped, but there is this point early in the story where he takes a woman to Ithaca for no real reason, and it initially seems innocuous, but—as you keep reading—you sort of see how this behavior is a self-perpetuating problem that keeps reappearing over and over again.”

When I’m done with it, I’ll post a review (term that is used rather loosely with me) on Good Reads. You may read it on the side panel. My last review was on a book I finished last night.


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