A lethal joyride into todayâs new breed of technogeeks, Couplandâs forthcoming novel updates Microserfs for the age of Google.Ethan Jarlewski and five co-workers whose names start with J are bureaucratically marooned in jPod. jPod is a no-escape architectural limbo on the fringes of a massive Vancouver game design company.The six workers daily confront the forces that define our era: global piracy, boneheaded marketing staff, people smuggling, the rise of China, marijuana grow ops, Jeff Probst, and the ashes of the 1990s financial tech dream. jPodâs universe is amoral and shameless. The characters are products of their era even as theyâre creating it. Everybody in Ethanâs life inhabits a moral grey zone. Nobody is exempt, not even his seemingly straitlaced parents or Coupland himself, as readers will see.Full of word games, visual jokes and sideways jabs, this book throws a sharp, pointed lawn dart into the heart of contemporary life. jPod is Douglas Coupland at the top of his game.Excerpt from jPod:I slunk into the BoardX meeting where Steve, Gord-O, and staff from the loftiest perches of the food chain were still trying to nail the essence of Jeff the Charismatic Turtle. Prototype turtle sketches were pinned onto a massive cork wall, all of them goofy and teensploitational: sunglasses, baggy pants and (dear God) a terry-cloth sweatband.âDoes Jeff the Turtle follow players around the entire time they manipulate their third person?ââAlmost. Like Watson is to Sherlock Holmes.ââCan you imagine how annoying that would be?ââMaybe the buddy isnât such a good idea.âSteve squashed that hope. âItâs going to be a buddy. Players will love it.ââItâs really Poochie-Joins-Itchy-and-Scratchy.ââHow am I ever going to look somebody who plays Tony Hawk games in the face again?ââIsnât our turtle supposed to be a bit more studly?ââTurtles arenât studly by nature.ââWhat about the turtle they used in the 1950s to pimp the atomic weapons program? He was kind of studly.ââNo he wasnât and, besides, heâs dead.ââWhat?ââDead. Hanged himself from the side of his posh midtown Manhattan terrarium. Left a note saying he couldnât handle the shame of what heâd done. Wrote it on a piece of Bibb lettuce.âFrom the Hardcover edition.Categories: Literature & Fiction World LiteratureCanadian
