Klosterman Crit

Killing Yourself to Live is a misleading title for Klosterman's masterpiece. While I originally had hoped for a more open-ended philosophy of journey, what was delivered was more of a stream-of-consciousness diary. While Klosterman has a gift for rants, and a savant-like talent for bending music to suit each thought and scenario, ultimately, the reader must find charm in his snarky narcissism and be a music lover as well in order to enjoy the ride. I'd only recommend this book to someone who's a big fan of back story, glimpsing other's thoughts and is familiar with a large depth & breadth of music. Otherwise, I'm afraid Klosterman's dorky appeal just doesn't stretch far enough to cover the title or 200+ pages of randomness.