Douglas Coupland designs a park

With plenty of places to sit and feel dejected.


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Coupland: smarter than I think?

I guess so... What a pleasant surprise this interview is. I may actually buy a book of his instead of reading it in the store.

"Depression is an extreme form of homesickness. The only cure for homesickness is going home. I think loneliness is when you feel homesick, but there's no home to go to. Even if your parents are both alive and living in the same house and you go back and sleep in the den or see your old school friends, there's no past to go back to. It's a mourning for something that doesn't exist."



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Breaking up is hard to do
Ryan Bigge ends his love affair with Douglas Coupland.

But don't blame yourself, however, Doug. It's not you, it's me. I'm the one who's changed. I've had a chance to experiment with Nick Hornby and George Saunders and Michael Turner. Don't be shocked, Doug. I realize how unfair my promiscuity might sound, but these other literary relationships have made me realize that maybe we're no longer compatible.

Please, try not to take this too hard. I can only imagine how you feel right now. I realize you're upset. But I still want us to be friends, Doug, if that's possible. You were once the voice of a generation -- back when irony and Kurt Cobain were still alive -- but your throat is sounding a bit hoarse.

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wow

luv the Banks shirt story

Edited by author 06-30-2004 09:58 PM
Someone please hire me Douglas Coupland's publicist (and see if he's interested in buying any of MY shirts)

This guy is always in the news... His publicist must be a magical elf with enormous powers of persuasion. I mean, this article is basically just a "what's ol' Dougie-boy up to these days" kind-of-thing. I would be happy to just get a voice on the other end of the line. I would even settle for having someone lie to me like they used to. I would appreciate it if someone plagiarized my last book's press release and stuck the text under a picture of the latest. I would be happy if someone in a subbasement was licking a stamp and accidentally had my book cross their mind. That would make me quiver. Excuse me, I must expel my bile. (P.S. Douglas Coupland is my hero because he managed to buy poet Chris Banks's shirt right off his back. This has far reaching social implications and is a perfect illustration of the novelist/poet division.) (First link from PFW)



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