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Inspiration

Coupland began to write the novel in December, 2001, after a “nightmarish 40-city tour that began on 10 September”. This tour took him across the United States and allowed him to experience the “collective sorrow” of the United States. Coupland began to research the Columbine events after this experience.

Some people say, how come you never explored the motives of the ones who did the shooting. To my mind, that was all people talked about. I'm very much a fan of JG Ballard, where you have people in this fantastically quotidian situation that goes suddenly wrong, and how people deal with that. Killers get too much press already. I remember growing up, the stories in which they live happily ever after, and the only part that I was interested was, like, after that. Well it was fun for a while then they broke up and she got into crystal meth, found religion and turned into a lesbian. That's the part I wanted to know. That's far more interesting to me. — Coupland in The Observer

The quotation from Corinthians that opens the novel was found on a gravestone of one of the children who died in a high school shooting.

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