I heard Chuck Klosterman perform tonight at MSUM. Long time readers of 10 A Day might remember that I occasionally get obsessed with Klosterman's writings, his application of McLuhan without acknowledging his source, and the mystorical elements of his first memoir, Fargo Rock City.
His performance was okay, and he was self-aware enough to acknowledge that it wasn't great. He more or less told the story of his unlikely rise to stardom from his humble beginnings in Wyndmere, ND to NYC darling (or love-able goof ball?). The first twenty-or-thirty minutes were nicely delivered and he spoke eloquently, flawlessly, but he began to tire, I suspect, and the Q&A didn't really have much zing to it. I left after he talked about an essay he just finished (not yet published) on bloggers and their sense of fame, their sense of being public figures. Clearly he isn't a blogger, or he knows different bloggers than I do.
He made a couple of other sociological-type arguments that seemed pretty weak--i.e. people under forty are unhappy in their relationships because of idealized relationships they see on TV and movies. Like most writers/thinkers, he really is much more convincing and interesting when he writes about his own life and things he knows a lot about (hair metal).
I do applaud him for not just reading from his work; more engaging than the average book reading.