For 6,557 miles, Chuck Klosterman thought about dying. He drove a rental car from New York to Rhode Island to Georgia to Mississippi to Iowa to Minneapolis to Fargo to Seattle, and he chased death and rock 'n' roll all the way. Within the span of twenty-one days, Chuck had three relationships end--one by choice, one by chance, and one by exhaustion. He snorted cocaine in a graveyard. He walked a half-mile through a bean field. A man in Dickinson, North Dakota, explained to him why we have fewer windmills than we used to. He listened to the KISS solo albums and the Rod Stewart box set. At one point, poisonous snakes became involved. The road is hard. From the Chelsea Hotel to the swampland where Lynyrd Skynyrd's plane went down to the site where Kurt Cobain blew his head off, Chuck explored every brand of rock star demise. He wanted to know why the greatest career move any musician can make is to stop breathing...and what this means for the rest of us.
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@BizballMaury Chuck Klosterman’s visit to the site of the Lynyrd Skynard plane crash in “Killing Yourself To Live” (2005, page 97) is rather harrowing in and of itself. https://t.co/GquyRo6dSa
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“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.” — Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story. https://t.co/0UxIXX64cq
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googled killing yourself to live the chuck klosterman book and my browser rerouted me to the suicide hotline