TJLeroy was really Klosterman
Every relationship is fundamentally a powerstruggle, and the induvidual in power is whoever likes the other person less.
Chuck Klosterman
With all the rant and rave that I had come across in Sabrina C' blog, where she vehemently claimed to want to have sex with this author badly, I could not help picking up a copy of the book entitled Sex, Drugs and cocoapuffs to learn about the author;
A clerk that I asked whose help to locate it in Barns & Noble Park Slope practically gave me a whole guidance along with his great admiration and appreciation of the author. As a matter of fact, he kept me for more than the necessary time to walk me to the spot of the pile of the books and gave me e lecture of how great and prevalent his writings had been. It was rather a talk of a young, hip and underconfident man's in the moment that he finally caught to express who he was to a female stranger by expressing his great longing for this author's aura, which he wish to be cast upon, as if it is a great protection or a license of hipness, probabaly both.
While sitting down as sipping a coffee on 7th ave, B&N Park Slope Bklyn aside a young Korean American church goer couple whom I sat down next to before, (they left some impression for
1, there are not too many this kind of typical Korean American kids in the neighborhood, unlike Queens, where a bunch of those are just a commonality
2, they are very soft spoken BUT they always split in a brutal argument, incuding Korean sprinkled on English, where the girl seems to flip out while the boy patiently persuades and settles the situation
3, the girl looks so loud and flashy in a tacky way, wearing so heavy make up on that I almost get teary; this makes it impossible for me to forget them and wonder what the hell she has to make herself look like this sex fiend for---that's what she looks like---when she is just to see her very asexual looking boyfriend who she has no patience with anyway) I read the first chapter and flipped through the book to see how great the author could be.
The answer is;
Well, he mgiht be great to people who have not read so well. He is clever enough to drive readers, probably who can sufficiently read and who read only magazines like Spin where he publishes his representitive works, to finish his book. But to me, he just sounds lazy and moody. The writing has its own logics and its own order and sequences of the logical development to guide readers through the reading experience. But it gets problematic when the logic is so subjective that it needs some explanation or scientific support, and the author is proud of not caring for the effect, which possibly keeps some audiences lost and frustrated who do not fit to the category that I raised above. This uncaring attitude of the author, in other words, pretence not to be afraid of being taken for his&n bsp;inadequate in terms of the quality of writings, might be appealing to young and inexperienced readers so much so that it makes a girl think that she wants to have sex with him. This seems to me that it is the generational phenomenon and male and female dynamics that is peculiar of them; guys have no way to assert but wishy washy whereas girls are justified and entitled to vandalize and demand. I found it very peculiar and then convincing his handling Allen a the cultural icon who makes excuses and still monopolizes in the end, because in face nobody but Klosterman himself appears to be so to me, a man who permitted himself to be making so many excuses but still gets what he wants. This case, admiration, if not real love, as he falsely claim (to cloud the argument, regardless of he in intended or not).
I have neither patience to end this kind of book nor money to spend on it. However, I would say the very appeal of this author that he can't care less or give a crap if he's perceived as great or not, seems carefully calculated, plotted and/or rehersed. He knows and in that sense he is enough smart that what really compensates his falling short to be scientific or logically consistent is his voice. He's got distinctive voice of his own. The predicament of this case is that his attitude of loser-ish off the mainstream whiner is established only when he pours himself onto the writing. His voice is probably the most important quality there, but it really chooses audiences considering that crosses the boundary of the journalism's crucial point, objectivity. (Let's not start if there is any objective criticism in any field possible, though. I am particularly not going to the direction of the argument.) So he is not afraid of risk of being subjective and ventured into a kind of gonzo ojurnalism, which is supposed to push the limit of being subjective in the field, in the generation, in a very closed off way, though. Frankly it is really a matter of you like this kind of guy and let him talk anything that crosses him mind or rather read somethig else, not someone's else's.
Not being afraid of being subjective here to tribute the author, I would say I don't I want to have sex with him unless I get paid for. This is just the same as the I have about anybody, so basically I have nothing about him. I completely know myself to be only aloof to this kind of guy in a real life, and I would get slightly annoyed in reading. Well, I don't mind reading his article if I would run into one in future somewhere, which is highly probable, but there is no way that I would take part in the rant and rave or admire him like the youth as I encountered so far. I was compelled to say Oh, enough about your girl friend, give me something more readable to anybody, regardless he/she is interested in you or doesn't even a damn, and I am the latter by the way. DId he endorsed TJ LeRoy? Oh, I thought wish he did!
To be honest, I have got so interested in the hoax this author/family project LeRoy created just after I read the NYtimes article to make sure the whole hot debate including whether it is still laughable when HIV fund raiser basep upon simply a bullshit. I never read any of the novels nor saw the movie, but it only began to look just fascinating after the cat was a kind of thrown out of the bag. Just by looking at the face of claim-to-be-the-one, can't you just tell? I think I could. But everybody should admit that in the current publishing industry in the USA, who writes it matters more than how it is written. This particular incident is a good example of it as well as how people are naive about the connection of text and its author and how the naivite can be exploited. There obviously was the time when any text was supposed to handled equally, which was called 'New Criticism' which sounds encient, and now under the current situation, all that matters is who is the author. A voice like Klosterman's is the very characteristic production of the situation and the author seems consciously and unconsciously exploiting it. And it goes without saying that LeRoy came out under the circumstances and actually made the superficial structure completely visible: some text is desirable only the author is describing something based on his/her real experience. The ghost writer this case was a white woman of age forty. The texts might be really insufficient if the author had to employ so many decoys to have it read, and they should be still read if they wre worth reading reagardless who was behind it. All the more reason, anyhow, the whole incident is hilarious.