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I wrote this review quite a while ago, but the book came out quite a while ago as well. So everything might be a little dated.
What images would we choose to define our lives? Or a moment in our life? A couple embracing? A bird flying? The face of a parent, or of a child? An empty plastic bag floating on the wind, just grazing the ground?
As the only Gibson book that I’ve come across to take place unmistakably now, Gibson works his usual ubersleek cyberpunk magic, however in a somewhat tempered manner. Missing is the plethora of Often dripping with amusing similes, this is a sleek and polished piece of intellectual science fiction.
Has Gibson (gulp), gone. . . . normal?? Read the rest of this entry »