Klosterman could probably be described as a cultural critic, but that just sounds like a way of saying that he writes about whatever the hell he feels like. The essays in this book seem to confirm this. More illuminating and interesting than hanging out with a stoner, but not far off from that experience.
His place in the sphere of middlebrow criticism seems so unique that he is probably deserving of a Chuck Klosterman essay. If you like Klosterman's writings in Esquire or Grantland, you will probably enjoy this. If he annoys you, don't bother, this won't change your mind.
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