lin robinson
Science fiction fantasy
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- Jun 18, 2007
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I have a hard time understanding why Gibson is not more discussed here.
I am not even concerned with the whole "cyberpunk" tag that got penned on him: this is one of the really fine North American writers in any genre.
The Neuromancer Trilogy and Virtual Light are certainly not short on Big Ideas, many of them spun off genres, popular phrases, mentalities and cybernetic paradigms.
But across those ideas are characters of deep and subtle realization, strong emotions evoked so seamlessly as to be un-noticeable, and a beautiful, precise prose that is as transparent as it is impactive.
Almost every sentence turns a lapidary phrase, some of them defining experiences: jack into the matrix and it opens like "neon origami" To immerse the user in "consensual hallucination"...as good a metaphor for our reality as anything in The Matrix.
His throw-away tributes to Steely Dan ("Gentleman Loser" bar, etc.) creation of weapon ordinance before the fact, deep evocations of Japanese culture, stylish portraits of underground Londoners, are all candy for the reading eye.
As much as the gigantic tasks he pulls off so effortlessly: like the creation of an AI that becomes the world and discusses it as it acheives self-awareness. Or a chase across space to trace an artist that evokes the entire echoing, gorgeous rot of the family who built a world in orbit.
The guy is just a wonderful writer and doesn't seem to get any credit for it.
I am not even concerned with the whole "cyberpunk" tag that got penned on him: this is one of the really fine North American writers in any genre.
The Neuromancer Trilogy and Virtual Light are certainly not short on Big Ideas, many of them spun off genres, popular phrases, mentalities and cybernetic paradigms.
But across those ideas are characters of deep and subtle realization, strong emotions evoked so seamlessly as to be un-noticeable, and a beautiful, precise prose that is as transparent as it is impactive.
Almost every sentence turns a lapidary phrase, some of them defining experiences: jack into the matrix and it opens like "neon origami" To immerse the user in "consensual hallucination"...as good a metaphor for our reality as anything in The Matrix.
His throw-away tributes to Steely Dan ("Gentleman Loser" bar, etc.) creation of weapon ordinance before the fact, deep evocations of Japanese culture, stylish portraits of underground Londoners, are all candy for the reading eye.
As much as the gigantic tasks he pulls off so effortlessly: like the creation of an AI that becomes the world and discusses it as it acheives self-awareness. Or a chase across space to trace an artist that evokes the entire echoing, gorgeous rot of the family who built a world in orbit.
The guy is just a wonderful writer and doesn't seem to get any credit for it.