Worst. Person. Ever.

NATIONAL BESTSELLER “A satirical, misanthropic romp through reality television, environmental disaster and apocalyptic possibilities. Once again, Coupland . . . has asserted himself as a documenter of our times and anticipator of societal threats. . . . The plugged-in consumer-culture philosopher has created a brand of his own, becoming—and, over the long haul, remaining—a thinky superstar for a distracted era. More than 20 years after he became a pop-culture darling with Generation X, Coupland is still innovating—not simply cranking out words and sculptures, but making a significant contribution with astute observations. . . . As the country’s go-to guy for art, design and contemporary social commentary, could Coupland be Canada’s Biggest. (Cultural). Brain. Ever?” —Marsha Lederman, The Globe and Mail  “Worst. ­Person. Ever. . . . is an outrageous comic riot, delivered as a tear-inducingly funny and pitch-black farce. . . . In its picaresque extravagance, the novel resembles a globetrotting, 21st-century version of Voltaire’s Candide. . . . Coupland’s eye for the strange, mesmerising wonder of modernity is being put, more than ever, to extremely dark use here. The fact that it is all so . . . belly-achingly hilarious . . . only makes that darkness all the more impressive.” —Robert Collins, The Sunday Times “There are Douglas Coupland novels that feel like a quiet, foggy, West Coast morning spent over a cup of tea. Others are a Zipper ride at a nighttime carnival with a belly full of fryer foods. Worst. Person. Ever. is the latter: flashy, loud, a bit unsettling, and screamingly fun. It gleefully pushes past absurdity into farce. . . . What follows is a series of mishaps so ridiculous, so over-the-top, the reader simply needs to let go and enjoy the ride.” —Quill & Quire  “The novel is a scatological bun-fight of excess and debauchery, of juvenile humour peppered with bilious rage at the state of the world. . . . It’s riotous, frequently very funny. . . .  I can’t locate very much seriousness, but I certainly enjoyed trying.” —Martin Fletcher, The Independent