i realized early on in my collegiate years that nonfiction writing is where it's at. i'm talking essays. pithy, anecdotal essays that both tickle my overly large sarcasm bone while simultaneously making me feel stupid for not being more of an intellectual.
i also realized early on that i would never make any money in nonfiction writing. (unfortunately, you don't make any money in tech writing either once you realize, well, you hate tech writing.)
i've resolved to living my best-selling essay dreams vicariously through geniuses like david sedaris and, most recently, chuck klosterman. i love them, and i'm sure if they knew me, they'd make fun of me--but at least it would be via a hilariously smug essay.
i recently finished chuck klosterman iv: a decade of curious people & dangerous ideas.
it was brilliant. it's full of random essays he's written about pop culture. let's just say i never knew britney spears or metallica could be so deep. plus, he ate nothing but chicken mcnuggets for 7 days straight way before the days of supersize me. suck on that, morgan spurlock. and plus, he gave me a solid argument proving that zeppelin's zoso esentially invented everything that you know as heavy metal. and plus plus, he watched VH1 classic for 24 hours straight and gave me the pleasure of experiencing that with him. if only i had access to vh1 classic. imagine all the 80s butt rock i could watch.
he interviewed radiohead and robert plant, and he convinced me that the alleged naivety of britney spears might actually be deviously feigned and coldly calculated.
bottom line, i loved this book. bottom line #2, i want his job. bottom line #3, i'll never have this job, so it's a good thing he writes a lot of books. next up, sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs.
read it. i highly recommend it.
