There are the same themes revolving around American trash culture and the struggle to try and find an identity within that culture, but instead of working with characters who dealt with the main thrust of that during the 70s or the 80s, he's trying to look at the people doing it in the 90s, and I'm not sure he's managed.

As part of that generation, I felt slightly insulted that there was this assumption that I'm some sort of money obsessed little sh*t (which the main character in the book sort of is). I think he's missed the point that our formative years weren't full of nuclear crises. They were full of recession and job loss. I think the fear of destitution and poverty is a much bigger factor in today's ambitions than love of money.

Nonetheless, I think it's worth reading this book. It still has the Coupland quality of imagery and readability. And after all, if I can form an opinion opposing the author's, at least my thoughts have been provoked.