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It took me a little while to get into this book but having finished it I am impressed. I think it is better than his debut novel whose title caught the zeitgeist and labelled a culture: Generation X.
Tyler, the son of hippy mother Jasmine, wants to become an entrepreneur (his first memories are of Ronald Reagan). But he is growing up in Lancaster, an American town whose raison d'etre has been its nuclear processing plant, now closed. He studies hotel management at the local community college; his friends have dead-end jobs. His rich grandparents become homeless after their investment fund goes bankrupt; they start pyramid-selling a cat-food scheme. Nutrition involves the by-products of the oil industry or the processing of the unwanted and unmentionable bits of animals. This is a critique of American consumer culture by a narrator-protagonist who wants to be a part of it.
What helps is that the narrator is himself conflicted. He scorns the "sand candles" and "rainbow merchandise" of his Mum's hippy past. A visit to his natural father, living with two women and ten children in the wilds, has elements of nightmare. When visiting Europe he castigates Europeans for having no ambition. But when he goes to Hollywood he ends up working in a chicken reprocessing plant and then becomes a sidewalk artist. He is seduced by the future but all the time he lives among the wreckage of consumer culture. His descriptions of an American town past its best-before date reminded me of the town in The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold.
On the other hand, the way in which the narrator describes his world using detailed lists of consumer items reminded me of American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis. And another bit made me think of William Burroughs (the author of eg Naked Lunch). So Coupland is in some good company.
He can certainly turn a phrase, frequently adding modern concepts to describe something in an original way:
"an auto-mall rezoning both deleted and reformatted the landscape." (Ch 7)
"Monkey-suit cocktail parties with the fashion-android wives." (Ch 9)
"Monique and her libertarian sexual mores, while not exactly sluttish, have a kind of unclean tinge, like a pack of white sugar that has burst, and is overflowing onto a supermarket aisle." (Ch 36)
"Parisians visibly wincing with anticipation for their August holidays, like a man who has to pee badly." (Ch 22)
"unplugged computers dreaming of pie charts." (Ch 61)
I loved this book for the way the author set up the hippy vs consumer culture clash, enabling him to critique them both. His hero is a true Colin Wilson Outsider, being both seduced and alienated by a world that holds out so much false promise while delivering such a squalid reality.
He writes well too!
Tyler, the son of hippy mother Jasmine, wants to become an entrepreneur (his first memories are of Ronald Reagan). But he is growing up in Lancaster, an American town whose raison d'etre has been its nuclear processing plant, now closed. He studies hotel management at the local community college; his friends have dead-end jobs. His rich grandparents become homeless after their investment fund goes bankrupt; they start pyramid-selling a cat-food scheme. Nutrition involves the by-products of the oil industry or the processing of the unwanted and unmentionable bits of animals. This is a critique of American consumer culture by a narrator-protagonist who wants to be a part of it.
What helps is that the narrator is himself conflicted. He scorns the "sand candles" and "rainbow merchandise" of his Mum's hippy past. A visit to his natural father, living with two women and ten children in the wilds, has elements of nightmare. When visiting Europe he castigates Europeans for having no ambition. But when he goes to Hollywood he ends up working in a chicken reprocessing plant and then becomes a sidewalk artist. He is seduced by the future but all the time he lives among the wreckage of consumer culture. His descriptions of an American town past its best-before date reminded me of the town in The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold.
On the other hand, the way in which the narrator describes his world using detailed lists of consumer items reminded me of American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis. And another bit made me think of William Burroughs (the author of eg Naked Lunch). So Coupland is in some good company.
He can certainly turn a phrase, frequently adding modern concepts to describe something in an original way:
"an auto-mall rezoning both deleted and reformatted the landscape." (Ch 7)
"Monkey-suit cocktail parties with the fashion-android wives." (Ch 9)
"Monique and her libertarian sexual mores, while not exactly sluttish, have a kind of unclean tinge, like a pack of white sugar that has burst, and is overflowing onto a supermarket aisle." (Ch 36)
"Parisians visibly wincing with anticipation for their August holidays, like a man who has to pee badly." (Ch 22)
"unplugged computers dreaming of pie charts." (Ch 61)
I loved this book for the way the author set up the hippy vs consumer culture clash, enabling him to critique them both. His hero is a true Colin Wilson Outsider, being both seduced and alienated by a world that holds out so much false promise while delivering such a squalid reality.
He writes well too!