Not sure what the point of a Douglas Coupland is, in a world where he has been outclassed and superseded by Chuck Palahniuk, but on the strength of this novel it's to show how to be trite and banal and to manage to write a claustrophobic set of inane characters making obvious insights and all speaking in the same voice, likely that of the author. There are a few smart lines, and moments where you think some point is going to be made, but it always falls short of the sting and cleverness Palahniuk would bring to the work.