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Et plotløs fortælling om tre unge sidst i tyverne i 1990'erne, Andy, Dag og Claire. Jeg er født i 1960, så jeg er også en generation X.
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Andy, Dag and Claire have been handed a society beyond their means. Twentysomethings, brought up with divorce, Watergate and Three Mile Island, and scarred by the 80s fallout of yuppies, recession, crack and Ronald Reagan, they represent the new generation- Generation X. Fiercely suspicious of being lumped together as an advertiser's target market, they have quit dreary careers and cut themselves adrift in the California desert. Unsure of their futures, they immerse themselves in a regime of heavy drinking and working in no future McJobs in the service industry. Underemployed, overeducated and intensely private and unpredicatable, they have nowhere to direct their anger, no one to assuage their fears, and no culture to replace their anomie. So they tell stories: disturbingly funny tales that reveal their barricaded inner world. A world populated with dead TV shows, 'Elvis moments' and semi-disposible Swedish furniture.… (more)
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I was disappointed by every
Re-reading it now, 21 years later, I can see all the stylistic quirks and tedious fixations that so depressed me in all his other work and the joy and relief and recognition I once felt reading Generation X is hardly even a memory.
This is a book about storytelling and fear and the pomposity of youth. It's pretty good.
The protagonists of Coupland's novel, ur-slackers Andy, Dag, and Claire, aren't exactly pop culture obsessives; for a book about the harmful effects of media oversaturation, "Generation X" contains very few cultural references. It might be more accurate to say that they're burdened by too much history: the atomic legacy of the Cold War, the failed promise of the sixties' cultural revolutions, their own troubled family histories. Their decision to create ordinary, relatively straight lives in Palm Springs isn't so much a campaign against the establishment as it is an attempt to wipe the slate clean. These characters, like many young adults, constantly struggle with the question of whether fresh, unmediated experience is still possible in a world increasingly dominated by multinational capitalism and awash in looming, formless anxiety and too much unorganized information. It isn't a coincidence that these characters try to regain some perspective by telling each other stories, either. Coupland wants to know if the narrative form can still help us make sense of an increasingly confusing world, and that's always a good question for novelists to ask. Coupland doesn't, of course, come up with any answers, and it's hard to see how working a service-sector job with a lousy attitude could serve as a effective means of social resistance. Still, Coupland, like his characters, is trying his best.
This isn't to say that "Geneation X" is written particularly well. Coupland's got a gift for incisive, slightly grotesque descriptions and his prose sometimes manages to evoke the lovely, creepy emptiness of his book's desert setting. Still, all of his characters, young and old alike, speak with the same verbose, slightly affected voice, which I suspect is very much like Coupland's own. Also, while I won't ruin it for folks who haven't read it yet, the novel's final pages are something of a cop-out. Even a novel where nothing much happens needs a decent final chapter.
Narrator Andy (although his 'voice' is almost unisex) and two best friends Claire and Dag are
Coupland's writing is sharp, vivid but not pretentious - he captures the 'voice' of disaffected youth perfectly, with a wicked turn of phrase. One woman, nicknamed Elvissa, has a 'large, anatomically disproportionate head, like that of a woman who points to merchandise on a TV game show. This head is capped by an Elvis-oidal Mattel toy doll jet black hair-do that frames her skull like a pair of inverted single quotes'. A counter surface looks like the 'narrow horseshoe of flooring surrounding the toilet of an alcoholic, a lunar surface of leprotic cigarette burn sores'. Andy's father 'flounders through the empty rooms of the house like a tanker that has punctured its hull with its own anchor'. These are images that capture your imagination, making the reader 'see' without obvious comparisons what he is trying to say. Coupland should write a manual on how to phrase original metaphors and similes, he's that good.
There are also some very apt definitions of modern phrases and social conditions peppering the pages like footnotes - 'voter's block', 'diseases for kisses' or 'hyperkarma', 'paper rabies' - that fit perfectly, as well as Lichenstein cartoons and pithy 'bumper sticker' slogans. All in all a very 'visual' book, complete with dazzling neon pink cover!
Even though the book is very funny and insightful, I couldn't find a bond to the characters as happened with Coupland's novel JPod, but that's probably because I'm
That said, the world will always have this perfectly formed slice of nineties anxiety. Life in the nuclear age - both in terms of technology, and the "nuclear family"
It's quite funny. And you can read
And the story is good as will, though I was constantly reminded of that Seinfeld rejoinder of a show about nothing.
If you have any interest in sociology or generational differences, this book will give you a nice fix.
I read this shortly after reading Generations by William Strauss and Neill Howe. Their nonfiction work of sociology and history claimed that the reactive generational types (particularly, the Lost Generation which produced Ernest Hemingway,
On the literary level, it’s a quick, fun read. I won’t say you really come to care for Claire Baxter, Dagmar Bellinghaus, and narrator Andrew Palmer, but they are interesting to be around -- at least on the edited, organized printed page. Coupland does try to reach for a new image or metaphor (most of which seem to be drawn from pop culture or achitecture) too hard sometimes, but some of them are genuinely arresting like comparing the future to a “horrible diseased drifter”. It strikes me that this book, filled with little tales Dag, Clair, and Andy (and a couple of ther minor characters) tell each is a sort of anti-Canterbury Tales. The novel starts out in the desert of Palm Springs and ends in the desert of Calexico, Mexico. There is no movement to a City of God, a spiritual enlightenment, a new understanding of self, or even a future (Dag at one point laments of “futurelessness”), only a physical movement (appropriate since reactive generations are often referred to as peripatetic). The tales the characters tell ring with frustrated quests, apocalypse, longing, frustrated ambition, and loneliness. Dag’s tale of apocalypse met in a supermarket, a boy chasing lightening storms across the prairie hoping to be struck, Claire’s tales of fatal -- yet longed for -- love on the strange asteroid Texlahoma where it’s always a strange twisted version of a dark 1974, Claire’s tale of the woman that implodes upon spiritual enlightenment, Eluissa’s tale of a long hoped reunion with an ex-lover that comes to nothing. As Dag says, life in this book is “kind of scary, kind of sexy, and tainted by regret”. In the end, when Claire, Dag, and Andy go to Mexico to live on “the lurider side of the fence”, to enact their “difficult destinies”, I sensed little psychological, little psychic change in the main character,s merely an external manifestation of their lifestyle attitudes by moving to Mexico and getting a hotel. I don’t think this is bad. I don’t believe in the “requirement” that characters must change in a story. The best part of the novel is the marginalia: the cartoons, stamps, and coined phrases. The latter are especially truthful in detailing 13er plights and attitudes. Several are humorous and deserve wider use.
To me, the book seemed to have a lot of truth in it about Coupland’s and mine generation. Dag shows the 13er resentment of old people (the retirement leeches of the civic generation of G.I.s whose mooching is detailed in an appendix of statistics) and Boomers who have won “a genetic lottery” and lucked into the jobs reactives want. There are the relatively uneducated, but ambitious “Global Teens”, the ones who want to work for a big corporation and earn lots of money. And there is the love of fashion. Its interesting to contrast the novel with the slovenly portrayal of 13ers in the movie Slackers. Both, though, feature characters aimless, befuddled, voraciously consuming pop culture, and who are devotees of conspiracy theories and paranoia.) and feelings of desperation, futility, and anger at being robbed of a future which most 13ers (me included) have to one extent or another. I feel somewhat removed from these characters though. They seem, by my standards, to be rather wealthy in their clothes and travel. I feel this may explain the book’s running attacks on consumerism (and Republicans and nuclear power -- all of which give the book a liberal feel) and marketing. Coupland even explains this with a sidebar word: “Conspicous Minimalism: A life-style tactic similar to Status Substitution. The nonownership of material goods flaunted as a token of moral and intellectual superiority.” and "Lessness: A philosophy whereby one reconciles oneself with diminishing expectations and material wealth”. Coupland is ironically suggesting his three main characters have only convinced themselves they don’t want things and the good life, softened their frustration by denying their original desire. In short, I don’t feel there’s any great statement in this book, no revelation of 13er psyche it moves to, but it is a truthful book in describing some of my generation’s anger, aimlessness, frustrations, and concerns.
The one thing that Coupland did really well was capture the frustration of being a twentysomething. That feeling that you're not quite where you should be, and that maybe where you should be isn't anywhere that you want to be, but that, in that case, you have no idea where you're going or what's next. He's not the only author to capture this, naturally, but he did it nicely. Even the dated aspects of this book don't alter that. As a twentysomething myself (at least for a little bit longer), I could really identify with some of what the characters were saying and feeling; other things, though, felt contrived or irrelevant in today's world.
The lack of a forward-moving plot made the book a bit hard to get into, and, even when I could empathize with the main characters, I still found them rather annoying, or trite, or self-centered. They epitomize the intentionally bohemian artist-types, who like to moan about how pointless our lives are, and act terribly superior for having realized this, without being interested in doing anything to change the situation, aside from maybe running away. Because of this, I just couldn't get myself very worked up over anything that happened to them. I was curious, but not emotionally attached.
As a look at a specific subgroup of American culture in the '80s and '90s, Generation X works well. I kind of wish I had read it in my early twenties, but I'm also kind of glad I didn't, since having my feelings of smug ennui substantiated might have made me a terrible prig. I wouldn't want to know these people any more, but reading about their hijinks was still entertaining.
We live in a time where our options are limited and we’re forced to conform to “the
Everything is bigger than us. Giant corporations control what we buy and what we can afford, the bank more or less controls everything else, including whether or not we’re qualified for a home, a car, or other things life has taught us are necessities but we learn are often outside our reach. Our protests don’t mean much, and the person with more money always seems to win. It’s frustrating to feel so small, and I think Generation X can be summed up by the following:
“We know that this is why the three of us left our lives behind us and came to the desert – to tell stories and to make our own lives worthwhile tales in the process.”
I love it. I love the idea of living my life through a story, because we all want our lives to have meaning. And the jealousy Andy feels at realizing the Baby Boomers hit the “genetic lottery” (able to attain good jobs and various luxuries without having to throw oneself into a lifetime of debt) is something I personally feel every time another student loan bill shows up in my mailbox or I get a call from a collection agent. The desire for a simpler time, to just run away to the desert and escape everything, resonates within me, and in that regard I really feel like I connected with this book.
I wouldn’t consider this a traditional book by any means. I didn’t really care for the characters so much as the ideas of the book. There wasn’t really a story (there were lots of tales within the book, but not really a cohesive storyline) – it was more the existence of the characters. I have no problem with this, but some might, so I thought it worth mentioning. However, the ending was really weird, I’m not going to lie. I’m still not sure what happened exactly, except perhaps Andy had some sort of spiritual experience he felt gave his life meaning. It’s my best guess. And the ending did throw me a bit, because it didn’t feel like it was part of the main book. But honestly, I loved this book too much to really care, because I felt like it was the truth of today written in a book.
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Indskannet omslag - N650U - 150 dpi
Oversat fra engelsk "Generation X: Tales for an accelerated culture" af Klaus Lynggaard
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