I am finally not the only one who can’t stand Douglas Coupland (except Microserfs, of course). This paragraph from the article says all that I could ever hope to say, in fewer words:
Fellow stream-of-consciousness postmodernists including Irvine Welsh and Bret Easton Ellis are talented enough to sustain a book chockablock with tripe asides, but Coupland isn’t. He’s just not a very good writer. In fact, he’s a rather lazy, terrible writer, a one-trick gimmick artist badly in need of a software upgrade. If the book can be downloaded, don’t risk ruining your iPod with it.
