Douglas Coupland

That man can **write**  . I just re-read *All Families are Psychotic*  after it was returned to me. I sure hope that the person to whom I loaned it actually read the thing. Coupland has this way of piercing my gut with knifed feelings hidden in ordinary sentences. It’s not so much what happens, as how he writes about what happens. He punctuates his important scenes with important actions.

Stories about ordinary damaged people rising above their own assumed callings, because even though we’re not perfect, we’re all wonderful, all our limitations are self-imposed, and we might be in the gutter, but at least we’re looking at the stars (to coin a phrase). I suppose that has something to do with living in paradise. Coupland makes me laugh, he makes me cry, and best of all, he makes me do them simultaneously.

(And he writes about my home town, my City of Glass so beautifully.)