Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs (Abridged)
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3.6 • 35 Ratings
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- $14.99
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- $14.99
Publisher Description
Over half a million copies sold!
From the author of the highly acclaimed heavy metal memoir, Fargo Rock City, comes another hilarious and discerning take on massively popular culture—set in Chuck Klosterman’s den and your own—covering everything from the effect of John Cusack flicks to the crucial role of breakfast cereal to the awesome power of the Dixie Chicks.
Countless writers and artists have spoken for a generation, but no one has done it quite like Chuck Klosterman. With an exhaustive knowledge of popular culture and an almost effortless ability to spin brilliant prose out of unlikely subject matter, Klosterman attacks the entire spectrum of postmodern America: reality TV, Internet porn, Pamela Anderson, literary Jesus freaks, and the real difference between apples and oranges (of which there is none). And don’t even get him started on his love life and the whole Harry-Met-Sally situation.
Whether deconstructing Saved by the Bell episodes or the artistic legacy of Billy Joel, the symbolic importance of The Empire Strikes Back or the Celtics/Lakers rivalry, Chuck will make you think, he’ll make you laugh, and he’ll drive you insane—usually all at once. Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs is ostensibly about art, entertainment, infotainment, sports, politics, and kittens, but—really—it’s about us. All of us. As Klosterman realizes late at night, in the moment before he falls asleep, “In and of itself, nothing really matters. What matters is that nothing is ever ‘in and of itself.’” Read to believe.
Customer Reviews
I’ll be brief
Back in the exceptionally out-of-character warm late winter of 2024 I slugged through the reading like Andy Dufrane escaping prison in an all-time yet underrated film that lost to Forest Gump for Best Picture at the academy awards (despite later surpassing every film that decade in gross revenue with a historic post box office run that saw it broadcast during the cable television heyday of 2004 in a hyper edited made for tv cut that perfected the art of selling ads on non peak viewership hours which had a knack for luring in your average guppy, otherwise known as americas nursing homes, or the name my late grandad always spat to his oldest son “The Final Chapter.”) in 1997. It’s not that I didn’t like the book. I mean I didn’t. The question I kept asking myself was, “what does my reaction to this book, this author, this narrator mean about who I am and what I’ve become? Is it me? Or is it the long slow slip of humanity into the pathetic idolized self absorbed decay we call “creativity” in the postmodern world. Either way the moral of the story is a book may tell a story but it’s the reader that reads it.
if you are not into the showbiz is not for you
it talks about the showbiz a ridiculous amount of time in the book, I didn’t knew ANYBODY that he talked about in the book and I was SO tired to hear about it but he just wouldn’t shut up about it like if it was important.
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