I don't like it. ;-)
― Venga, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― fritz, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I say CLASSIC because I don't know any better.
― alex in montreal, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Is thirty-something self-hatred really such an attractive spectacle?
― Ally, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
xoxo
― |\|0|2/|\4|\| |=4'/, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
It was a decent book, I think, for what it was -- populist mid-list fiction, competently executed, reasonable amount of funny bits, reasonable amount of semi-keen observation.
Plus the apartment in the movie was right down the street from mine, which can only be a good thing.
― Nitsuh, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― James Annett, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That's right Alex. At least I'm honest enough to recognize that I'm similar to the characters, but I loved both the novel and the film. Why "bouder son plaisir"? It's the same thing with "Velvet Goldmine", which I do not especially like, but at least it's fun to have a film on the subject, even if it's a bit shite. Hornby might be an arse, I dont care. Whatever self-importance he may imagine this book gives him as an author and social observer does not make the novel less enjoyable, albeit less brilliant than he believes it is. Maybe I'm just too much of a sucker. Now, Douglas Coupland...
― Simon, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Copeland is responsible for "Generation X" (the book, obviously) the bible that gave baby-boomer cultural critics their "insight" into my generation. Feh.
― Jess, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jason, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Hornby is a footy loving, smug, tedious tosser.
― DavidM, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Aside from its overly sappy plotline, it happens to be sexist, too. The only girl in it who is supposed to know about music has to ask if the music she's listening to is Stereolab. She blatantly knows nothing. Idiot girl.
Anyway, American Psycho is a much more accurate representation of a music obsessive.
― emil.y, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Bill, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I liked the book a lot & the movie a little. I do think there is some insight there re relationships in particular, though nothing "universal." The music stuff was just okay.
― Mark, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Brock, Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Jesus, I hope I never meet the music obsessives you know, then.
― Clarke B., Friday, 17 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Saturday, 18 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Josh, Saturday, 18 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― the pinefox, Saturday, 18 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Coupland's like Salinger: a lot of unsubtle solipsistic over-emoting that really connects when you're younger, but seems embarrassing and hate-able later in life. I don't, however, think this is much reason to despise an author. In fact, the older I get, the more I think it's absolutely vital that someone write fairly good novels with an emotional tug for that particular stage of life -- those are the books that get teenagers into literature, the same way a lot of not-hugely-brilliant bands are what turn people on to music.
Unsubtle solipsistic over-emoting ... hmm, this brings us back to Girlfriend in a Coma. Coupland is the solo Morrissey of the literary world.
― Nitsuh, Saturday, 18 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'd say the same of Tom Robbins and a certain amount of Vonnegut, as well.
― beth, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)