Man’s life-long thirst for truth, authenticity, reality, prominence and identity has led him to depend on various sources like media, popular opinion and other external sources in search of satisfaction. In essence, I believe that the four essays ("What We Talk about When We Talk about Ralph Sampson", "Through a Glass, Blindly", "The Passion of the Garth", "Ha Ha," he said. "Ha, ha") written by Chuck Klosterman tends to answer questions that border around man’s latent desire for satisfaction and fulfillment. This idea is thus exemplified in the following statements of Klosterman, “The more media someone consumes (regardless of who they are or where they live), the more likely they are to take their interpersonal …show more content…
With his use of the bait approach, Klosterman began his essays on personal notes. For example, “What We Talk about When We Talk about Ralph Sampson” started with “Inside the more unreasonable sectors of my brain’s right hemisphere, Ralph Sampson the best basketball player who ever lived” (C. Klosterman 71). Also, in "Ha Ha," he said. "Ha, ha", Klosterman started with his inner contention as a writer, “Sometimes writing is difficult. Sometimes writing is like pounding a brick wall with a ball-peen hammer in the hope that the barricade will evolve into a revolving door. Sometimes, writing is like talking to a stranger who’s exactly like yourself in every possible way, only to realize that this stranger is boring as shit. In better moments, writing is the opposite of difficult…” (C. Klosterman …show more content…
A thorough contemplation on the essays will make it clear to anyone that Klosterman has one main focus of showing the how external sources, especially the media beclouded human reasoning in his quest for reality and identity. Klosterman gave a clear description of these external “forces” on himself when he explained how he “helplessly” took sides with Ralph Sampson’s haters. “I was in a position to enslave Ralph Sampson, but other people were. And now, today, I can’t erase those chains from my brain. I agree with the haters, against my will. They enslaved me too” (C. Klosterman