Generation A
Authors: Douglas Coupland
Tags: #Fiction, #Literary, #Science Fiction, #General, #Computers, #Satire, #Bee Stings, #Information Technology
Table of Contents
Cover
Copyright
Also by Douglas Coupuland
Dedication
A Note About the Type
Generation A
1. HARJ
2. ZACK
3. SAMANTHA
4. JULIEN
5. DIANA
6. HARJ
7. ZACK
8. SAMANTHA
9. JULIEN
10. DIANA
11. HARJ
12. ZACK
13. SAMANTHA
14. JULIEN
15. DIANA
16. HARJ
17. ZACK
18. SAMANTHA
19. JULIEN
20. DIANA
21. HARJ
22. ZACK
23. SAMANTHA
24. JULIEN
25. DIANA
26. HARJ
27. SAMANTHA
28. JULIEN
29. DIANA
30. HARJ
31. ZACK
32. SAMANTHA
33. JULIEN
34. HARJ
35. ZACK
36. SAMANTHA
37. JULIEN
38. DIANA
39. HARJ
40. ZACK
41. SERGE
42. ZACK
43. HARJ
Footnote
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ALSO BY DOUGLAS COUPULAND
FICTION
Generation X
Shampoo Planet
Life After God
Microserfs
Girlfriend in a Coma
Miss Wyoming
All Families Are Psychotic
Hey Nostradamus!
Eleanor Rigby
JPod
The Gum Thief
NON-FICTION
Polaroids from the Dead
City of Glass
Souvenir of Canada
Souvenir of Canada 2
Terry
A NOTE ABOUT THE TYPE
Generation A
is set in Monotype Dante, a modern font family designed by Giovanni Mardersteig in the late 1940s. Based on the classic book faces of Bembo and Centaur, Dante features an italic which harmonizes extremely well with its roman partner. The digital version of Dante was issued in 1993, in three weights and including a set of titling capitals.
To Anne Collins
“Terrorize, threaten and insult your own useless generation. Suddenly you’ve become a novel idea and you’ve got people wanting to join in. You’ve gained credibility from nothing. You’re the talk of the town. Develop this as a story you can sell.”
Malcolm McLaren
“Now you young twerps want a new name for your generation? Probably not, you just want jobs, right? Well, the media do us all such tremendous favors when they call you Generation X, right? Two clicks from the very end of the alphabet. I hereby declare you Generation A, as much at the beginning of a series of astonishing triumphs and failures as Adam and Eve were so long ago.”
Kurt Vonnegut
Syracuse University commencement address
May 8, 1994
HARJ
TRINCOMALEE, SRI LANKA
How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we use to knit together this place we call the world? Without stories, our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It’s a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before.
Imagine a tropical sky, ten miles high and a thousand years off on the horizon. Imagine air that feels like honey on your forehead; imagine air that comes out of your lungs cooler than when it entered.
Imagine hearing a dry hiss outside your office building’s window. Imagine walking to the window’s louvred shutters and looking out and seeing the entire contents of the world you know flow past you in a surprisingly soothing, quiet sluice of grey mud: palm fronds, donkeys, the local Fanta bottler’s Jeep, unlocked bicycles, dead dogs, beer crates, shrimper’s skiffs, barbed wire fences, garbage, ginger flowers, oil sheds, Mercedes tour buses, chicken delivery vans.
. . . corpses
. . . plywood sheets
. . . dolphins
. . . a moped
. . . a tennis net
. . . laundry baskets
. . . a baby
. . . baseball caps
. . . more dead dogs
. . . corrugated zinc
Imagine a space alien is standing with you there in the room as you read these words. What do you say to him? Her? It?
What was once alive is now dead.
Would aliens even know the difference between life and death? Perhaps aliens experience something else just as unexpected as life. And what would that be? What would they say to themselves to plaster over the unexplainable cracks of everyday existence, let alone a tsunami? What myths or lies do they hold true? How do they tell stories?
Now look back out your window—look at what the gods have barfed out of your subconscious and into the world—the warm, muddy river of dead cats, old women cauled in moist saris, aluminum propane canisters, a dead goat, flies that buzz unharmed just above the fray.
. . . picnic coolers
. . . clumps of grass
. . . a sunburnt Scandinavian pederast
. . . white plastic stacking chairs
. . . drowned soldiers tangled in gun straps
And then what do you do—do you pray? What is prayer but a wish for the events in your life to string together to form a story—something that makes some sense of events you know have meaning.
And so I pray.
