Spook Country.

I came really late to William Gibson.

In 2003, I was doing a couple days of contract work for a new media group in Norfolk, VA (A video piece for the fine, wholesome people at Hedonism - don’t ask), when the, at the time, co-owner of the company (a buddy of mine named David and a huge Gibson fan) gave me a copy of Pattern Recognition.

Super stuff, I was hooked.

Since then, I’ve methodically gone back and read most everything he’s written, so when Spook Country came out I snatched it up quick-like. If anything, Gibson has gotten much, much better. His language, while always inventive and thought-provoking, is almost poetic in some places. His pacing, like a Pixies song - soft/loud, jumps from methodical to frenetic. The man’s serious game has gotten tighter. [Review follows this one quick caveat: Gibson is, for me, a journey-not-the-destination writer. I almost always am a bit, I dunno, bummed? by his endings. Never in such a way that I regret the time invested (the opposite, obviously), but in such a manner that there could have been a bit more - this feeling was lessened considerably with Spook Country.]

On to the book review:

It’s great - go buy it!


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