though 'Klosterman' sounds like a medical condition, I'm still glad to have experienced it

Rarely do I have the patience for such a narcissistic, self-aggrandizing ass, but Chuck Klosterman somehow made it work in his favor. Not only did I enjoy the book, but found myself torturing my partner by reading aloud some of my favorite(his) rants. His particular slant on Led Zeppelin was amazing (even though it excluded women experiencing Led Zep in the same psycho-sexual-cool-rocking way as men/boys do) "We all still meet at the same vortex: For whatever the reason, there is a point in the male maturation process when the music of Led Zeppelin sounds like the perfect actualization of the perfectly cool you." (p.200) His reasoning behind hailing the Beatles, Stones and Zeppelin as the ultimate triumvirate is remarkable, not only for it's simple truth but for his dissection of why it is so. Klosterman's frustration/fascination with Montana also resonated with me. I've been there; it is huge, it is mysterious, it is in some ways ridiculous...much like Klosterman's ego.