Yeah, I didn't love Idoru or Virtual Light, but I'm thinking I should re-read both.
Walter Jon Williams' Hardwired is also pretty good cyberpunk.
We did an awesome two-session RPG of this, and with Cowboy being played by an actual human, it worked. Man that was a good game.
I quit keeping up with Gibson's blog at some point. Must go look again.
What about Morgan (
Altered Carbon, Broken Angels, Woken Furies
)? Cyberpunk? Cybernoir? SciFiNoir? Dystopian?
I've never fallen for Greg Bear, despite multiple attempts, but I've never attempted
Queen of Angels.
Maybe I should.
Hee. I posted earlier that I wondered what you all thought of Idoru and its take on fandom and media. Then I got all thinky and deleted it, thinking I'd reform the question later, with references to Pattern Recognition. Then I remembered that I had one more Pepperidge Farm Raspberry Milano cookie, and all else was forgotten. Nom nom nom.
I've never fallen for Greg Bear, despite multiple attempts, but I've never attempted Queen of Angels. Maybe I should.
It's different, I think, from his other work. Very readable and engaging.
Some greg Bear I like - aome I don't . Haven't read
Queen of Angels .
Looking forward to it now.
Virtual Light
is my favorite Gibson. I think
Pattern Recognition
is next. I'm the oddball that didn't get much out of
Neromancer
Spook Country is still listed as "processing" at my library, but I've got it on reserve. I'll have to pick up Blood Music, too.
I loved Pattern Recognition; picked it up after Micole recommended it a while back. He's got the best handle of the online social dynamic of any writer I've seen (in a fictional setting, anyway).
I think I did. . . the title at least is familiar to me but it must have been a long, long time ago.
Does this jog your memory?
The novel is cast in a favorite traditional form for children's fantasy: Edward and Eleanor Hall, a pair of children in Concord, Mass. (circa 1962), discover a secret attic room in Uncle Freddy's big old house on Walden Street. The room contains a cryptical poem tantamount to a treasure map, and a variety of antique toys that draw them into an eerie and fantastic otherworld that continually impinges on this one through visions, through dreams, and through encounters bizarre and grotesque. There is a haunted harp, a spectral nautilus shell, an evil jack-in-the box, a magic mirror, a missing Prince Krishna of Mandracore . . . and permeating everything, references and reverberations of the Transcendentalists: Emerson, Thoreau, and the Over-Soul. I managed to forget most of the literary references in the 30 or so years since I first read this book, but I have never forgotten the nautilus.
