Douglas Coupland
Douglas Coupland
Douglas Coupland OC OBCis a Canadian novelist and artist. His fiction is complemented by recognized works in design and visual art arising from his early formal training. His first novel, the 1991 international bestseller Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture, popularized terms such as "McJob" and "Generation X". He has published thirteen novels, two collections of short stories, seven non-fiction books, and a number of dramatic works and screenplays for film and television. A specific feature of Coupland's novels...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth30 December 1961
CountryCanada
All families are psychotic. Everybody has basically the same family - it's just reconfigured slightly different from one to the next.
What if it was cats who invented technology, would they have TV shows starring rubber sqeaky toys?
If you don't have a spiritual practice in place when times are good, you can't expect to suddenly develop one during a moment of crisis.
Purchased experiences don't count.
Technology favors horrible people.
The person who needs the other person the least in a relationship is the stronger member.
Earth was not built for six billion people all running around and being passionate about things. The world was built for about two million people foraging for roots and grubs.
All events became omens; I lost the ability to take anything literally.
I think that to acknowledge a new generation is to acknowledge some degree of obsolescence in yourself, and that is very hard to do and often comes with undeniable anger.
The real killers in the business world aren't the ones who aim for the top, it's the ones who aim for two notches below the top.
When you are young, you always expect that the world is going to end. And then you get older and the world still chugs along and you are forced to re-evaluate your stance on the apocalypse as well as your own relationship to time and death. You realize that the world will indeed continue, with or without you, and the pictures you see in your head. So you try to understand the pictures instead.
I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?
Las Vegas is a SimCity game gone horribly wrong.
Back in the late 1970's, when I was fifteen years old, I spent every penny I then had in the bank to fly across the continent in a 747 jet to Brandon, Manitoba, deep in the Canadian prairies, to witness a total eclipse of the sun.