Generation X is an insufferably privileged, pretentious, meaningless novel about three young people living in bungalows in Palm Spring during the 90’s. Nothing at all happens, except the three of them hanging around, drinking, taking daytrips and telling each other long, thinly veiled stories about themselves because it’s easier to deal with yourself as a character in a story rather than own up to your own life. “As the expression goes, we spend our youth attaining wealth, and our wealth attaining youth.” I spent this entire book waiting for these people to finally grow up and SPOILER ALERT. They do […]