Chuck Klosterman

I love Chuck Klosterman. This shouldn't surprise anyone, since I am obsessed with popular culture, witty retorts, and witty retorts on popular culture. (If you have no idea who this guy is, please do yourself a favour and pick up a copy of Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs.)

He has kind of gone left of centre and recently published his first fiction novel, Downtown Owl, giving Salon the chance to sit down with my favourite writer for some beers and produce a decidely well-written article about the somewhat odd yet characteristically Klosterman encounter.

He's also since apparently giving up his column in Esquire, which he explains in said article:

"AC/DC did the same album over and over again," he says, "and I love AC/DC, but I don't want to be Angus Young. I want to be Jeff Tweedy."

(Sigh.)

Side note, I hope I never ever get burned this badly!