„Douglas Coupland – das ist doch der, der Generation X geschrieben hat, oder? Das was danach kam, war ja alles so ähnlich.“
Na ja. Eher nicht. Wer nach „Microserfs“ oder „Shampoo Planet“ ausgestiegen ist, hat nämlich das enorme Pech, Coupland in Hochform verpasst zu haben. Denn danach kam eine sanfte lavalampige Explosion nach der nächsten: „Girlfriend in a coma“, „Miss Wyoming“ (mein Coupland-Einstieg), „All families are psychotic“, „Hey Nostradamus“, „Eleanor Rigby“ und gerade ganz frisch „JPod“. Alles Lieblingsbücher. Bücher, die ich so sehr liebe, dass ich sie nicht ausleihe, weil es ja sein könnte, dass ich mal wieder die unterstrichenen Passagen durchlesen müsste. Aber was soll ich hier viel quatschen, wenn Coupland das viel besser kann. Here comes my 2nd favourite Canadian (after Mr Wainwright). Was der Frau Choc der Herr Boyle, das ist dem Herrn Dick der Herr Coupland. Read for yourselves. Go buy. Get happy.

„Loneliness is my curse -our species´ curse – it´s the gun that shoots the bullets that make us dance on a saloon floor and humiliate ourselves in front of strangers.“

„How are you supposed to derive solace from stories of oneness with nature written by those old-fashioned writers, about hiking and breezes in the trees. If they were alive today, they´d all be in leather bars.“

„Poor Jeremy had spent his childhood bandied from family to family like a porn novel in a summer camp.“

„What if God exists but he doesn´t really like people very much?“

„It has been said, by someone far wiser than myself, that nobody is boring who is willing to tell the truth about himself. To narrow this down further, someone equally wise said that the things that make us ashamed are also the things that make us interesting.“

Douglas Coupland, „Eleanore Rigby“