Generation X is Douglas Coupland's acclaimed salute to the
generation born in the late 1950s and 1960s--a generation known vaguely
up to then as "twentysomething."
Andy, Claire, and Dag, each in
their twenties, have quit "pointless jobs done grudgingly to little
applause" in their respective hometowns and cut themselves adrift on the
California desert. In search of the drastic changes that will lend
meaning to their lives, they've mired themselves in the detritus of
American cultural memory. Refugees from history, the three develop an
ascetic regime of story-telling, boozing, and working McJobs--"low-pay,
low-prestige, low-benefit, no-future jobs in the service industry." They
create modern fables of love and death among the cosmetic surgery
parlors and cocktail bars of Palm Springs, disturbingly funny tales of
nuclear waste, historical overdosing, and mall culture.
A dark
snapshot of the trio's highly fortressed inner world quickly
emerges--landscapes peopled with dead TV shows, "Elvis moments," and
semi-disposable Swedish furniture. And from these landscapes, deeper
portraits emerge, those of fanatically independent individuals,
pathologically ambivalent about the future and brimming with unsatisfied
longings for permanence, for love, and for their own home. Andy, Dag,
and Claire are underemployed, overeducated, intensely private, and
unpredictable. Like the group they mirror, they have nowhere to assuage
their fears, and no culture to replace their anomie.
Junk was a series of fanzines thrown together from 1992 to 1994 by a bunch of over-educated, under-employed, disilusioned and bored slackers. We were the so-called Generation X looking for a clear path ahead where everything seemed pointless and boring. This was a time when music was finally decent after a decade of 80s garbage; a time when new art was plentiful and the term 'grunge' extended beyong music to a lifestyle choice. Junk was started by Nick Klauwers and Alfredo Bloy while they were both bored shitless in England. Soon others - some of them even talented - joined in the fun. Junk was a messy, insulting semi-regular newsletter of sorts aimed at keeping them and their friends around the world amused, if only for a few minutes. A private joke drawn on a napkin. Among the scribbles and bad poetry there is a flavour which tastes totally 90s. Widespread internet use was just a couple of years away. And to cut and paste still involved scissors and Pritt stick.
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