25th Anniversary of Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture

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Elise, 1992, Indio, California | Can’t touch tales for an accelerated culture.

This year marks the 25th anniversary of Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture by Douglas Coupland. Shouldn’t I have written about this before August? Probably.

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Tales for an Accelerated Culture

I bought Generation X back in 1991. When I showed the book to my dad, he talked to me about the importance of connecting with my generation. This conversation, along with the book, gave me a strange sense of belonging in the world. I was so relieved to learn I was not a Baby Boomer because I did not want to be called a baby for the rest of my life.

I was so relieved to learn I was not a Baby Boomer because I did not want to be called a baby for the rest of my life.

Tales For An Accelerated Culture

I was also excited to learn that I belonged to a generation that was not my older sisters’ generation. I did not want to identify with Baby Boomer hallmarks. I’d had no hand in creating any of them and did not want to have them put upon me. Nor did I want to live in the shadow of Boomer memories, experiences, and future nostalgia.

Basically, I spent my first seven years running up and down streets of my neighborhood in Hacienda Heights, California. I saw lots of hippies dragging on cigarettes and hanging out of creepy vans. Although my older sisters were fresh-faced, other teenage girls I came across at church, in the neighborhood or at the high school across the street from my elementary, unsettled me. I was just a little kid, but you know what they say about children. They’re wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.

…You know what they say about children. They’re wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.

Baby Boomer Teenagers

Baby boomer teenagers with their stringy hair, sticky, caked-on makeup, bell-bottoms, and cigarettes basically sicked out my five-year-old self. I did not want to identify with them or their peace signs or mod fashion or Monkeys and Beatles. Besides, to a little kid, monkeys belonged in zoos. Also, phonetically, I heard “beetles” and ewww. Why couldn’t they come up with a better name for themselves and how come nobody ever talks about this?

Years later, I connected with bands with names I understood: Journey, Foreigner, R.E.M., the Bangles, Alabama.

Discovering Coupland

All that to say, I was so thrilled to discover Coupland’s book. The local paper, I think, wrote a review about it and I couldn’t wait to buy it. I wanted to learn everything I could about Generation X. The thing is, I didn’t realize at the time, but I already knew quite a bit because I had lived it.  But, I had not lived long enough in 1991, to fully understand it. I could not articulate my observations in the context of history, society, or even generations.

For example, growing up, there were so many latchkey kids. We were all latchkey with few exceptions. So many of the kids who floated in and out of the classroom came from very messed up, divorced families. Sometimes, I was the one floating. I saw the unprotected childhood up close and personal. Sadly, I have forgotten many of those classmates’ names, but I remember them.

I remember you, wherever you are.

I followed her home one day after school. She was embarrassed by the sheetless mattress flung in the middle of the bedroom in her split-level rent house. Southboro Addition, Colorado Springs. There were no pictures on the walls, no food in the fridge. I remember her as she was that day in 1976. A lonely girl levitating above the fire of her parent’s hellish divorce.  In the corner of her room was a Park Manor Doll House.

“Where are the dolls?” I inquired.

“It’s not supposed to have any,” she answered.

It was cold and empty, just like her life.

A few years ago, I found a similar tin dollhouse at a local flea market. I bought it for my little girl, but you know, it was really a memorial to the levitating girl. I can still see her thin face, her stringy blonde hair, her disheveled life. Our encounter was brief but has remained fixed in my memory for 40 years.

I remember you as you were in 1976. A lonely girl levitating above the fire of her parent’s hellish divorce…Our encounter was brief, but has remained fixed in my memory for 40 years.

I would be an adult with children of my own before I could dispense even to myself the full-frontal reality of latchkey consequences.

What did they call my generation?

Until Coupland’s book came out, I didn’t know what they called my generation. From day one, the name Generation X did not bother me. Actually, I loved it. I liked that it included the word generation. To me, it embodied the collective persona that was still unfolding: edgy, alternative, ironic.

And then I read the book.

Ugh. The book. Except for the part about McJobs and McMansions, I didn’t like it. When I bought it, I thought it was a piece of nonfiction that would tell me all about Gen-Xers. This was an easy mistake to make because the book was not formatted like a traditional novel. It was a bendy paperback, but at 7.5 x 9 inches, not like any paperback, I’d ever seen. As a work of fiction, the characters had names that were unfamiliar to me. Only Andy was a Gen X name. I did not go to school with a single Dag, Tyler, Claire, Elvissa, or Tobias. Who were these people, anyway? Still, elements of their “tales” resonated with me to some degree. Also, the setting of Southern California made me wonder what I had missed out on in having left that region of the country in the Summer of 1974.

But, the book didn’t tell me what I really wanted to know: Who were we and what exciting things were we going to do?

But, the book didn’t tell me what I really wanted to know: Who were we and what exciting things were we going to do?

Lost or Tossed Copy

So, I put it down and never picked it up again, and sadly, I sold it in a garage sale or threw it away or gave it to Goodwill a long time ago.

Quite a few people have written about the 25th anniversary of Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture. I’ve provided links below to some of those articles. One I really enjoyed is from a Colorado blogger who writes A Teacher’s View. Here is an excerpt:

Twenty-five years ago today, St. Martin’s Press released a small, quirky, unassuming, oddly-shaped novel by Douglas Coupland called Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture. It launched a career and a marketing buzz, and it ultimately named (some might say stigmatized) an entire demographic of people. It wasn’t even supposed to be a novel – Coupland had been contracted to write an updated “Yuppie Handbook for the 90s” – but in typical Xer fashion he went another route, moving to the desert of Palm Springs and crafting a novel about a trio of twenty-somethings who have fled the traditional career path of college/work/career/family to live on the fringes and work “McJobs” while telling each other stories as a way to find meaning in their lives.

Ironically, most members of what became known as Generation X have never even heard of, much less read, Coupland’s seminal work of Xer identity – and that’s a quality that makes the book and the generation all the more poetic. Coupland never intended to become the “spokesman for a generation,” and he was so annoyed by the title that in 1995 he declared a moratorium on the use of the term, and he effectively declared the “death of Generation X.” In fact, Coupland did not mean for the term to apply to an entire group of people born between 1961 – 1981 (which is what generational sociologists Strauss & Howe determine is Gen X). Coupland drew the title from a book by Paul Fussell called Class, in which Fussell referred to an “X-class” of people who live outside the traditional norms. Coupland was simply reflecting the collective feelings of ennui among his group of friends in the late 80s and early 90s.

All in all, I’m grateful for Coupland’s book. It catapulted Gen-Xers into consciousness and people have been talking about us off and on ever since. And, besides, without it, the name “Baby Buster” might have stuck, in which case, I would have still been called a baby for the rest of my life.

Have you read Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture?

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11 Comments

  1. Justin Wheeler

    I read the book in 1991 when I was 15 and I thought it was the best thing I had ever read, with characters who I thought were the coolest people ever.

    I read it again in 1998 when I was 22, just graduated, full of ambition, and couldn’t finish it because I thought it was the worst thing ever, full of annoying, whining, boring characters.

    I then read it again in 2007 when I was 31, ready to quit a job that was wasting my talents, was completely inspired by it, thought it was much more than just a book, but a handbook on how to live.

    Now it’s 2021, I’m 46, and will read it again while I lie on the couch as the business I was inspired to set up after reading it a third time brings in cash without me lifting a finger and has given me the lazy life a true gen xer should still have.

    In 2030, when I am 55 and the Boomers are dead, I will read it again, then enter politics and try and make the changes our dying world desperately needs.

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  2. Jerry Siebenmark

    You have to read this book.

    I have and it remains one of my favorites. Like you, I was excited when I stumbled on a book with a title that gave my generation a name.

    Unlike you, I had no preconceived notions of what lay behind the cover and took the book for what it was, a piece of fiction with characters whose names I had never before encountered but whose fatalistic view of the world I could completely relate.

    You need to read this book. Seriously.

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    • Jennifer

      I did read it many years ago, but you’ve inspired me to take another look. Thanks, Jerry.

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  3. Brett

    Your comment about not knowing anyone with those names struck a chord for me. I sometimes think that there are a lot of people born in the Gen-X years that look at the characteristics and supposed markers for the cohort and think they don’t know too many people like that, the same way we don’t know that many people named “Elvissey.”

    It seems like most of the image-building around the term centered on middle class or upper-middle class white people from urban and suburban areas. Minority kids, inner-city kids, rural kids, people from other nations and cultures never seemed to be as defined by the Generation X set of characteristics as did others. What Coupland’s characters disdain as a “McJob” could be a lifeline in a county-seat town of a thousand or so, for example.

    A lot of the slackerness and disaffection slapped on us during the 1990s may have had as much to do with our age in that time frame — there are a lot of late teens and 20-somethings who don’t understand the world and feel alienated from it, but they often grow out of it. And even then, the description still seems to leave out broad swaths of demographics.

    So 25 years down the road from Coupland’s novel, which bored me when I read it then (I can’t really remember it at all) and which I’ve never really cared to pick up since, I’m left wondering if generational traits and trends have any kind of impact on much more than the popular culture of the people who were in their launchpad years at that time.

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    • Jennifer

      Occasionally, I come across a Gen-Xer who has no idea that a persona of sarcastic, disaffected slacker exists. They are confused by “Gen X” humor and struggle to identify with the generation as their own. As a writer, I see this divide and conflict as parts of speech. There is Generation X — the 13th generation of Americans born roughly between 1961 and 1981. This is an undisputed fact. We do exist. We’re a noun.

      But, then there is also Gen-X the adjective. I see it play out on Twitter quite a bit. When used in this way, it primarily refers to the Reality Bites archetypes. Those white kids who got college degrees and went to work at Gap (McJob) and became disaffected. They lived in their parents’ basements and are still paying on student loans as they push toward 50. Also, many moved into McMansions…bigger ones than Boomers had.

      But, the collective persona of Generation X still encompasses rural Gen-Xers in a very large way. At least when that collective persona is viewed comprehensively and not merely through one limited set of touchstones. (Reality Bites).

      Awhile back – maybe a couple years or more – I think a guy guest posted on this blog. I’ll go back and look. He wrote about growing up rural in a broken home. The only thing he had to do was ride his bike to the arcade and play video games all day. It was a very “Gen-X story.” Now, I need to go look up nouns modifying nouns and adjectives modifying nouns. =) It’s been awhile.

      Thanks for your comment. It gave me a lot to think about – especially reference to this piece: http://www.jenx67.com/2015/11/why-are-generation-x-men-dying.html

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  4. Greg Wesson

    I enjoyed the book, but felt a bit detached from it. The characters were a bit too slacker for me. I enjoyed Shampoo Planet much more – I connected much more with the character of Tyler in that novel. I got into an Internet l newsgroup in the early 90s called alt.society.generation-x. It was good to connect to other people of my generation from other places. I did notice that the younger members (I was born in 1970) were a bit of a subgroup that was more Shampoo Planet than Generation X.

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    • Jennifer

      I just searched “alt.society.generation-x” and found a newsgroup that started in 2003. Too bad there isn’t an archive of that original group. I wish I’d been that Internet savvy in the 90s. Did you save any threads from that time? Would love to hear more about that time and space.

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      • Greg Wesson

        Google Groups has a somewhat incomplete archive: https://groups.google.com/forum/#!forum/alt.society.generation-x

        Here’s one of my posts from a thread where we are talking about definitions of Generation X and our generation, and whether those born later in the 20 year generations that Strauss and Howe define are truly the same or we should split these into subgroups “Strauss and Howe called it the Atari wave and the Ninento wave, Coupland had Generation X and Global Teens and we here on a.s.g-x had the Pre and Post Star Wars kids. Of course, the 3 don’t really corelate date-wise, as I am an Atari-waver, a Global Teen and a Pre-Star-Wars-er.”

        https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.society.generation-x/uKle3QKhtp8/UsVr76ILymUJ

        I’m not as bitter now as I was back then…

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        • Jennifer

          Thanks, Greg. I look forward to checking this out.

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  5. Christian Spoerl

    Solid article!

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    • Jennifer

      Thank you, Christian! I haven’t written anything in so long.

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