In the NY Press this week, Mark Ames reviews Chuck Klosterman's new book, Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. Well, not so much the book as the book jacket photo: "Klosterman is, quite simply and almost literally, an ass. His soft, saggy face bears a disturbing resemblance to a 50-year-old man's failing, hairless back end. His tiny, red mouth is a sphincter twisting to a pained close 40 seconds after taking a brutal pounding from Peter North. To round it out, he has a mop of ironically uncombed, dyed-yellow hair and thick-rimmed glasses that look like they were placed on the ass as a frat prank, like a wig and sunglasses thrown on an old jack-o-lantern." I hate to say it, but that kind of review almost makes me sympathize with anti-snark queen Heidi Julavits.
The flip-flop king: on the importance of Chuck Klosterman [NY Press]