Kloster seems to think that we are really interested in his opinion and/or his life. This is a self-indulgent quasi-biography of a wanna-be Woody Allen...
Not to mention the tone of his voice. After 30 minutes, I was so irritated by his voice, that I had to stop listening.
There are a FEW interesting parts but most of the book is very disjointed. Too many uninteresting personal rants and raves. There are much better choices.
This is the first book I have ever written a review for but I feel like I'm writting it for all the wrong reasons. Instead of sharing a passion for a new discovery I am posting a warning. Save your money and spend it on something worth listening to.
I've had this book recommended to me by several people and I have seen it featured on several blogs that I hold in high respects. However, this is the first book that I have not been able to complete. I only had one hour left when I just had to give up. It was tough enough to slog my way through Klosterman's essay on why the Celtic/Laker riverly but the pointless, disjointed, and contrived rant he followed up with about how sex and cereal are deeply interlocked was too painful too bear.
Don't waste your money on this dribble. There are plenty of other author, one's with coheirent points to make, that deserve your attention.
Also, all of the other reviews are correct. The author does sound like a high pitched version of the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons, which isn't as funny as you think it would be. The publisher should have seriously considered hiring a professional reader.