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I have discovered a new author I like. About a month ago I was haplessly slouching around a bookstore in Whistler on a lack luster grey morning and a cover caught my eye:




Here is a brief rundown of Killing Yourself to Live:

For 6,557 miles, Chuck Klosterman thought about dying. He drove a rental car from New York to Rhode Island to Georgia to Mississippi to Iowa to Minneapolis to Fargo to Seattle, and he chased death and rock 'n' roll all the way.Within the span of twenty-one days, Chuck had three relationships end -- one by choice, one by chance, and one by exhaustion. He snorted cocaine in a graveyard. He walked a half-mile through a bean field. A man in Dickinson, North Dakota, explained to him why we have fewer windmills than we used to. He listened to the KISS solo albums and the Rod Stewart box set. At one point, poisonous snakes became involved. The road is hard. From the Chelsea Hotel to the swampland where Lynyrd Skynyrd's plane went down to the site where Kurt Cobain blew his head off, Chuck explored every brand of rock star demise. He wanted to know why the greatest career move any musician can make is to stop breathing...and what this means for the rest of us.

Chuck Klosterman is an American pop-culture journalist, critic, and essay writer. He looks like a muppet but he writes like a rock star. I’ve embarked on a search for a copy of his book Sex, Drugs and Coca Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto. It is a collection of essays on popular culture and rather hard to find, but now I have the power of the bookstore behind me and I feel confident I will be victorious any time now.