Whenever a famous writer is interviewed, one of the first questions asked is generally, “Who are you influences?” Most writers seem to immediately name Faulkner because Faulkner for some reason – even if they aren’t Southern. And even if they don’t write impossibly long sentences that may not actually contain a predicate.
This is just something a writer has to do, much like a married man just has to tell his wife that no, those jeans do not make you look fat.
So, there is no shame in having influences. I am influenced by Anatoly Rybakov but only when I write in Russian. Or whatever language it is he spoke.
There is shame, however, in completely ripping off your influences as Kevin Wilson of the Clovis (NM) News Journal does.
Chuck Klosterman may or may not be a great writer. I’ve read four of his books and still can’t answer the question of “Can he write?” He is certainly an interesting writer. And he is unquestionably a successful writer. It is safe to say that he is more famous than Kevin Wilson of Clovis, New Mexico.
My guess is Kevin Wilson of Clovis, New Mexico wants to be as famous as Chuck Klosterman, because – theoretically – that would mean he no longer had to live in Clovis, New Mexico – home of allegedly the only dine-in Dominoes Pizza in America.
So Kevin Wilson of Clovis, New Mexico jumps right into his column by admitting that “Hey, I’m ripping off an idea I read in a book:
In his pop-culture book, “Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs,” Chuck Klosterman has a series of hypothetical questions that makes you consider your world (i.e. If cats could read, would they find Garfield to be an insulting caricature?), and perhaps yourself.
To be perfectly honest, I found this to be the most annoying aspect of “Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs.” Between each chapter, Klosterman writes out these long, pointless, and not terribly amusing hypotheticals about aliens and time travel and sex and God knows what else. I stopped reading them after a while, because they were Klosterman at his most cloying.
And therefore, these are what Wilson chose to steal.
I’ve been dabbling in hypotheticals myself, and here are some questions Professor Wilson would ask in his class:
And may God have mercy on our souls.
1. There is a restaurant you frequent very often. You’re on a first-name basis with the staff, there’s not a single menu item you dislike. Service is fast and it’s a block from your job.
The owner decides you are his favorite customer. You, and anybody who joins you, eats on the house every time you visit. You always get the best table, and the best server waits exclusively on you.
The tradeoff is that you must communicate in pig Latin. The menus are printed in pig Latin, servers speak in pig Latin and they cannot take an order that isn’t in pig Latin.
You cannot return to being a paying customer. How many times a week will you eat at this restaurant?
What’s amazing is that there are written precisely as Klosterman wrote his. Second person. Short precise sentences. There is not one attempt by Wilson to make this concept his own.
Also, if this restaurant existed in New York, it would be mentioned in the Village Voice and be filled with hipsters within a week. Ryan Adams would eventually OD there.
So, I would go often. The answer is: Often.
2. General Motors has revolutionized solar collection techniques, and has applied its knowledge to a new series of vehicles. The car runs without limits during the daytime, and one hour in the sun is enough to run a car for eight hours of darkness.
Additionally, GM has agreed to market the technology to other automakers, provided the company receives commission for each solar-engine vehicle sold. Conversion kits are also available at each dealership, so any gasoline vehicle can be converted for a nominal fee.
The drawback is that 5,000 people will die from the production of these vehicles. The government has effectively argued the sacrifice is a benefit — no soldier on Earth will die protecting oil reserves, and the decreases in pollution will effectively reverse global warming. (It’s my hypothetical.)
The 5,000 victims will be treated as heroes for the final month of their life, and the first event is a dinner party at which you are the featured speaker. What do you say in your 15 minutes?
This one copies the sound of Klosterman but misses the point by a mile. Why must these people die? And how do we know who they are ahead of time? If Klosterman had written this, aliens would provide the technology but would ask for 5,000 humans in return. I’m just puzzled by this.
You can also begin to see why these suck even when Klosterman does them.
3. You are given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to use a time machine. The time machine owner has two different travel packages.
The first option is to travel back to the final five years of Jesus’ life, and to be waited on hand and foot while you observe his final years. You will then return to present time, one minute after you first stepped into the time machine (like in “Back to the Future”).
The second option is to be sent to Las Vegas, in August of 1999, with the total value of your bank accounts and appraised value of possessions converted to its equivalent in 1999-issue U.S. currency. You will arrive at Las Vegas knowing backup Kurt Warner is about to lead the St. Louis Rams to a Super Bowl XXXIV victory against 200-to-1 odds, Shaquille O’Neal will lead the Los Angeles Lakers to the NBA title against 5-to-1 odds, and so on. Basically, your knowledge of sports takes the risk out of gambling (like in “Back to the Future 2”). When your five years of “gambling” is complete, you will return to present time, owing the time travel agent the money he loaned you plus 2 percent of your winnings.
Which option do you take?
This one feels aimed at an audience of old people.
I have several problems with this. First, Klosterman’s hypotheticals are not designed to make moral judgments as this one is: You either love Jesus or love money.
Second, why the last five years? If you follow the Bible, the last three years are the interesting ones. I am going to spend two years watching him make a chair under this scenario.
Third, that’s a long goddamn time to be in Vegas. If I am the type of person to choose Vegas over Jesus, I am also probably the type of guy to spend my winnings on hookers and China White. Additionally, I was in Vegas in 2000 already. There is a very good chance I could run into myself causing a split in the space-time continuum and killing us all.
Finally, this is a boring hypothetical. At one time or another, everyone has expressed a desire to go back in time to buy a stock or place a bet or not murder a drifter. This could not be a less original rip-off.