Worst. Person. Ever.

This was undoubtedly the worst book I have ever endured. Having read some of Coupland’s earlier work as a teen, I was looking forward to it but I can only assume that his earlier books were either ghost-written or that I smoked to much weed in my teens. The characters were unlikeable (but not in an endearing way) and the plot was ludicrous and infantile. So much so that I quickly gave up any interest in the plot or characters. I read on in hope of it playing out into some carefully crafted transformation but it just got sillier and more crass. There were more sophomoric poo and vomit jokes than a play date with a five year old and the whole thing felt as though it was written by the adolescent lovechild of Nigel Clarkson and Tom Green. Dude Where’s My Car? for the middle-aged.

My favourite book ever was GenX, and just recently I had the pleasure of reading Coupland's Microserfs and JPod, both wonderful. This however, I felt was a dud.To be fair, I only made it through the first few pages. Maybe it's a riot afterwards. But I suspect it's not.Coupland does British in this book. And he nails it, he has a gift of the vernacular and it shows. But he takes the worst, saddest bits of British and turns it into his canvas, complete with the naff Queen/U2 fanboy phraseology, the over-precise references to London streets and landmarks as may people do, hoping that some of those places' history and implicit shared meaning will rub off on the story... but it doesn't. And when he starts on the story arc that involves drugs (for "edgy-ness"?) it just falls apart like a loser sitting in his Vauxhall Belmont on the Hampstead Road after being given the heave-ho by a girl who he thought he was dating.I'd strongly recommend reading his other books before this one.

I have been a Douglas Coupland fan since my teens and some of his books are so beautifully written. Lately they have lost a lot of his style but this is unbelievably bad. I had to double check that it was actually by him and was very very tempted to just quit reading it. It's as if he decided he should do a bad impersonation of an Irvine Welsh character. Rude, offensive and just plain stupid. It's as if he got pissed off with his publishers and decided to throw a bunch of bizarre and stupid events onto the page. I'm afraid this will be the last Coupland book I'll ever buy. Sad.

I really enjoyed this book, yes its chock full of sick jokes etc but c'mon you could guess that from the title. Its a totally different tonev than,say, Eleanor Rigby or Girlfriend In A Coma, but thats what I like about his stuff, always diffetent.Blantant boast/name drop alert...I once went to see him do a reading from All Families Are Psychotic and afterward got the book signed. I'd just finishef Art College and he asked me to draw a cartoon in a book he was reading (I did a bloke in a Mc Job TShirt) So, er, yeah Mr Coups, call me, theres a graphic novel in you. kids book? er, you're own range of Emojis that convey quite complex inner issues? pph.me/cartoonsandthatMost. Desperate. Cringeworthy. Review. Ever.No, seriously though, I'm skint. I have no shame.

This is awful. I always enjoyed Coupland. The plot was never much but he was a stylist. I say was. This is entirely lacking style. It is not ironic, it is a litany of fart jokes. To point out that many Americans find swearing offensive does not make it funny that swearing and scatography is about all there is.I always thought that he had an ear for his world, but when I hear what he does in mine, his supposed London media types, he has no ear at all. It chimes like a wooden bell. Some of the reviews mentioned laughing out loud. I find it hard to believe. I didn't have a slight positive lip twitch or a mild inward smirk. It reads like a self-published 49p debut that would go no further. Goodbye Douglas, it was fun up until now.

I love Douglas Coupland's older books but have been sorely disappointed by his recent publications.This is closer to the humour and observation of his older books with plenty of ridiculous, but it still feels like he's fallen out of love with the world.The language was so strong that I almost gave up about a chapter in, but after reading another (miserable) book, came back and finished.Not great, not terrible. Which is better than the last few books (and no re-use of Jeopardy! categories!).

I kept waiting for it to improve. It didn’t, it’s like a failed experiment although i fail to see what exactly Copland was trying to do here. Everything, every dialog, it all sounds wrong, he’s trying hard to be edgy or offensive but it’s just all over the place. Don’t make my mistake, don’t wait for it to get better or have any kind of meaningful ending.

I really enjoyed this for the first 50 odd pages, then I found it got a bit repetitive because he was trying to be funny non stop. Also the plot became ridiculously unrealistic. I found it a bit lazy which ironically is not how you'd describe the author.