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A real-time five-hour story set in an airport cocktail lounge during a global disaster. Five disparate people are trapped inside: Karen, a single mother waiting for her online date; Rick, the down-on-his-luck airport lounge bartender; Luke, a pastor on the run; Rachel, a cool Hitchcock blonde incapable of true human contact; and finally a mysterious voice known as Player One. Slowly, each reveals the truth about themselves while the world as they know it comes to an end.In the tradition of Kurt Vonnegut and J. G. Ballard, Coupland explores the modern crises of time, human identity, society, religion and the afterlife. The book asks as many questions as it answers and readers will leave the story with no doubt that we are in a new phase of existence as a species and that there is no turning back.… (more)
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There are two major issues however I have with this book. The first is how interchangeable and shallow all the characters are. There's only five characters and nothing really unique about any one. The reason for this is because the majority of their dialogue is along the lines of ``Well then Bob, let me expound on this philosophical idea in a way that no normal person would ever converse."
The second are passages that are taken verbatim from Coupland's earlier works. For example, I spotted sentences from Generation X, Polaroids from the Dead, Microserfs, and Life After God. A few years ago I read an interview where Coupland said that he's justified in returning to the same ideas he's already discussed. I do agree (somewhat) and I know that Player One comes from a lecture series, but I am ready for Coupland to have something new rather than the rehashing of stuff that I've been reading since I was fourteen years old.
The ideas that Coupland touches upon in this book do intertwine quite well. I enjoyed reading it. But I wonder if I'm getting near the end of my patience with Douglas Coupland.
I've read almost everything Coupland's written—certainly all his fiction. Like an band that's been around for a few decades, he's become a bit predictable. I keep reading him for the flashes of penetrating cultural insight he manages to describe so
Player One started off with a string of metaphors that only Coupland's mind can produce. Here's an example:
"Warren — her highly anticipated date — is wearing the bland politician's smile of someone who knows that the bodies in the car trunk are, indeed, dead."
Unfortunately, after the second chapter, the characters started to feel like all the other characters in Coupland's Novels. The moment that turned the book for me was when he used a long sentence from a previous work verbatim:
"What separates humanity from everything else in this world — spaghetti, binder paper, deep-sea creatures, edelweiss, and Mount McKinley — is that humanity alone has the capacity, at any given moment, to commit all possible sins."
It's a fantastic sentence ... the first time you read it. Coming from the mouth of a second character in an unrelated book is just a little sad.
I'm not sure if Coupland will be able to extract himself from the role he's typecast himself in. Right now he's like REM and U2. A brilliant world-altering artist who needs to explore a new direction.
I finished it because the reading was easy. The characters were not that interesting with the exception of Rachel who
I can't really recommend this book to anyone. The idea was neither particularly original or all that interesting.
I got absolutely nothing from this book. No enjoyment, no thrill, no sense of wonder was aroused throughout my reading of this book. It was nothing but an increasingly frustrating experience because guess what? 'Real time' is BORING. Nothing happens during 'real time' which is why most
The story is set in an airport cocktail lounge over five hours where an unspecified global catastrophe is occurring because oil prices went up, for some unspecified reason. So people start going crazy and some people shoot each other and other people barricade themselves into hotels and/or cocktail lounges and there's some explosions. BOOM. Big chemical ones.
And while this is happening there are four people in the cocktail lounge: Rick the bartender, Karen a single mother who flew out to a nowhere place to have an internet hookup, Luke a pastor who stole a bunch of money when he lost his faith and Rachel, a blonde beauty who doesn't understand the world around her. Add to that the 'mysterious' voice that calls itself 'Player One' - which is not so mysterious as it reveals itself in the first chapter or 'hour'.
There is exploration of the deep seated issues the characters have - their issues with time, religion, their own identities and what comes next. But there just doesn't seem to be anything interesting about their discussions and their discoveries about themselves. I jusr didn'r see the point of it all. I feel like I've wasted my time with a very disappointing book.
There is Rachel a young autistic woman who breeds white mice
Rick the Barman who is down on his luck and recovering alcoholic
Karen a Single Mother who is looking for romance
Luke a Pastor who stole all his Church Roof repair
The Blind date Karen was meeting is shot and killed by a sniper called Bertis, a thick horrible smug envelopes the airport.
Bertis enters the lounge the others with the help of a young man called Max hold him hostage. Rachel who is falling for Rick is also shot.
This book is to help the reader think about the future and what sort of life we are living in the 21st century.
(I read this during the 2020 Lockdown so some of it is relevant)