THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS AND a cultural gulf separate Douglas Coupland’s new novel and the Beatles’ song of the same title. Back in 1966, Paul McCartney needed to find just the right name to bring to life his portrait of a lonely woman who wears the face she keeps in a jar by the door. ‘It had to sound like someone’s name, but different enough and [not] just Valerie Higgins, you know,’ he told an interviewer. ‘It had to be a little more evocative.’ How things change. Today, Coupland has branded his book about a lonely woman by dusting off his old Revolver long-player, taking a short cut to his big theme with a boost from a more powerful artefact. From its front cover onwards, this slim novel advertises its concerns.