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The first and only story of love and looming apocalypse set in the aisles of an office supply superstore.In Douglas Couplands ingenious new novelsort of a Clerks-meets-Whos Afraid of Virginia Woolfwe meet Roger, a divorced, middle-aged aisles associate at a Staples outlet, condemned to restocking reams of twenty-lb. bond paper for the rest of his life. And then theres Rogers co-worker Bethany, whos at the end of her Goth phase, and young enough to be looking at fifty more years of sorting the red pens from the blue in Aisle Six.One day, Bethany comes across Rogers notebook in the staff room. When she opens it up, she discovers that this old guy shes never considered as quite human is writing mock diary entries pretending to be herand spookily, he is getting her right. She also learns he has a tragedy in his pastand suddenly he no longer seems like just a paper-stocking robot with a name tag.These two retail workers strike up a peculiar and touching epistolary relationship, their lives unfolding alongside Rogers work-in-progress, the oddly titled Glove Pond, a Cheever-era novella gone horribly, horribly wrong. Through a complex layering of narratives, The Gum Thief, highlights number-one bestselling author Douglas Couplands eye for the comedy, loneliness and strange comforts of contemporary life.On every page of this witty, wise and unforgettable novel, Coupland reminds us that love, death and eternal friendship can all transpire where we least expect them. And that even after tragedy seems to have wiped your human slate clean, stories can slowly rebuild you.Im the dead girl whose locker you spat on somewhere between recess and lunch. Im not really dead, but I dress like I want to be. Theres something generic about girls like me: we hate the sun, we wear black, and we feel trapped inside our bodies like a nylon fur mascot at a football game. I wish I were dead most of the time. I cant believe the meat I got stuck with, and where I got stuck and with whom. I wish I were a ghost.And FYI, Im not in school any more, but the spitting thing was real: a little moment that sums up life. I work in a Staples. Im in charge of restocking aisles 2-North and 2-South: Sheet Protectors, Indexes & Dividers, Note books, Post-It Products, Paper Pads, Specialty Papers and Social Stationery. Do I hate this job? Are you nuts? Of course I hate it. How could you not hate it? Everyone who works with me is either already damaged or else theyre embryos waiting to be damaged, fresh out of school and slow as a 1999 modem. Just because youve been born and made it through high school doesnt mean society cant still abort you. Wake up.Let me try to say something positive here. For balance.Staples allows me to wear black lipstick to work.Bethanyfrom The GumThiefFrom the Hardcover edition.