I'll touch on this briefly.
Well, there's not much to say, honestly. It's not like I can really say that this in particular is a defining moment of black metal's ultimate descent into decadence and irrelevancy, but I'm struck with an unbelievable level of disappointment just the same. Not for the book itself, really- I mean, what else should one expect- but in the idea that metalheads are still so infatuated with the symbols and signs of their subculture, devoid of any meaning or significance, that they would gladly pay for a bloody, recently-shit turd like this one if it looked like a hand throwing the horns. The same goes for the mentioned Sasha Grey movie- Christ, put all the mentioned characters in one room together and a denial of a "hipster motive" becomes the sort of foxhole atheism that just isn't useful. None of it's going to be good; I just hope that most people don't have the motivation to investigate them further.
One good point: it led me to this delightful thing.