But the book itself reads well still, particularly some of its background assumptions about why Canada is how it is, and why Canadians are how we are. As a Vancouver Islander, I begrudge somewhat the repeated remarks about Canada always being so damned cold you won't willingly leave your rec room, but the insight applies extremely well to Canada east of the Fraser Valley:
the suburban voice is shaped by the shared experience of countless hours of unsupervised TV viewing between school's end and the summoning for supper: it's a voice that's intelligent but rarely angry or political, and invariably informed by the various fantasy writers, TV shows and records that filled the hours between casseroles and butter tarts. (p. 186, from the section on Rush)Something to think about in relation to Richard Harris' book Creeping Conformity, on the development of Canadian suburbs to 1960.
It's not a consistently insightful book, and for me it's vastly inferior to Douglas Coupland's series of dictionary-style collections of "essays" (City of Glass, Souvenir of Canada, Souvenir of Canada 2, and most of all the powerful, buy-it-for-everyone-you-know Terry), but in a way I don't see Coupland doing his books without this one. In any case, apart from standing as the inspiration of Coupland's wonderful volumes, Mondo Canuck will remain a record of 90s Canadian self-perspective, and that's a good kind of success for a book to accomplish.