This book sucked.

An ex-girlfriend told me that my writing reminded her of Chuck Klosterman, who I had heard of but never bothered to read. Intrigued, I decided to check out my local library, which only carried three of his books. They didn't have a copy of what I believed to be his most well-known book -- "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" -- so I settled on the book that sounded the most interesting to me: "Fargo Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey in Rural North Dakota." I finally and begrudgingly finished the book last night and as you can probably tell from the title of this post, I thought it sucked the foulest of dicks. As a matter of fact, I'd go as far as to say that it is probably the worst book I've ever read. It's boring and it's embarrassing.

The book is more or less a 280 page love letter to some of the worst music known to man. Klosterman admits bands like Motley Crue are "stupid," yet goes to great lengths to defend it from detractors who claim it's nothing but stupid. In addition to this awful book, he also somehow managed to parlay his embarrassing opinions on music into a full-time position over at Spin and a couple of other respected magazines, where somehow someone respected his awful tastes. It's a shame he didn't refer to one man cover band Lenny Kravitz as "like Living Coulor, only good" earlier in his book, so that I could have stopped reading then and there.

Listen; don't read this book. It is fucking terrible. Instead, go buy a "Perfect From Now On" by Built to Spill (one of the bands Klosterman eschews for far superior musicians such as Warrant, and I personally guarantee that you will derive far, far more enjoyment from it.