So yesterday I went to my local library and spotted a copy of "I Wear the Black Hat" by Chuck Klosterman. I read the dust jacket and, interested, brought it home.
Thirty pages later I felt like a typewriter had just masturbated all over my face without giving me the common courtesy of a reach-around. Seriously. At one point he uses the phrase "nerfherdian acrobatics".
What a crock of self-indulgent bullshit.
Thus endeth the review.