While I personally am not a fan of the self-indulgent memoir and more in
favor of memoirists who balance personal divulgence with cohesive storytelling,
indulgence can be forgiven in the hands of a self-deprecating, dryly humorous
author like Chuck Klosterman. An author, essayist, and rock critic with an
encyclopedic knowledge of pop culture, Klosterman makes Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story an honest, amusing
and at times thought-provoking existential treatise on the rock stars whose
fame only peaked once they kicked the bucket.
Upon being given an assignment to write an article for Spin magazine on society’s relationship with
dead rock stars, Klosterman embarks on a three-week road trip that takes him
everywhere from the big cities of New York and Minneapolis to the countryside
of Montana and Mississippi, visiting the historic death sites of rock stars. During
this time, Klosterman juggles relationships with three different women, does
some recreational drugs—at some point snorting cocaine at the site of the
Station nightclub fire in Rhode Island—and wonders whether he has Cotard’s syndrome,
a rare mental disorder that deludes a person into believing they’re dead. Along
the way he meets some colorful characters, such as Kurt Cobain devotees who
maintain the belief that he was murdered, a drunken Uma Thurman lookalike who
climbs on the roof of a building in heels, and a Cracker Barrel waitress who
likes Franz Kafka.
Among Klosterman’s philosophical musings on the deaths of rock stars—whether
by accident (Duane Allman) or suicide (Kurt Cobain), during a time of career
success (Lynyrd Skynyrd’s plane crash) or fading popularity (Elvis Presley’s
overdose)—are his commentaries on social hypocrisy; his meditations on what
song he’d like to play while committing suicide; and an outlandish theory about
Radiohead’s album Kid A unintentionally
predicting the events of 9/11. Needless to say this guy is all over the place,
and for every insight he offers, there’s twice as many ruminations on an
unrelated topic.
While a lack of direction, as well as the absence of any conclusion,
pervades the memoir, its saving grace is that Klosterman never pretends his
narrative is anything more than it is. His unpretentious, self-deprecatory tone
and willingness to admit his faults as a memoirist—and as a person—gives it a
sort of charm, and makes him a relatable and entertaining narrator, with plenty
of humor and wit to move the story along.
In short, don’t go looking for any profound insight on life, death, and
rock’n’roll; just for a steady 256 pages of travel, philosophizing, and an
endless sea of pop culture references. For those wanting more, Klosterman is
also the author of the nonfiction book Fargo
Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey in Rural North Dakota; a collection of
essays entitled Sex, Drugs and Cocoa
Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto; and two novels, Downtown Owl and The Visible Man; to name a few.