Readers of n+1 are by now accustomed to a rather rarified use of language. And no less so here, wherein Kent Russell recounts several rank and violent days spent with ten thousand juggalos at The Gathering, an annual event spawned by those master capitalists of the poor white zeitgeist, Insane Clown Posse. The Gathering is a festival of rap, rock, wrestling, revelry, ribald shock and awe--but what are juggalos? Well, they're the consumers of ICP's endlessly franchised business interests, yes, but more importantly, as Russell attests: "You can be a juggalo, or you can be white trash--the first term is yours, the second is somebody else's." Befitting the barely veiled chaos of the festival itself, Russell's writing is sloppy, lurching, and pocked with both whiplashing non sequiturs and moments of breathtaking lucidity, ultimately evincing a style that meets the difficult demands of its subject matter. For those with strong stomachs and open minds, this is highly recommended reading. --Jason Kirk
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