i finished reading spook country last night in a fit of page-turning-late-nightedness. the book hit a little too close to home this time, sparking some sort of gibsonian convergence. i wonder, am i product of reading so much gibson, or are gibson’s inspirational subjects too close to who i am now? it was one thing after another with which i relate: the hardware hackers who help artists, scotch drinking new media journalists, the french chick, union square, cali, vancouver, river phoenix, cellphone tracking, cellphone encryption, maglev beds, aging powerbooks, and spray painted dumpsters.
perhaps, though, i just relate especially well to his leading ladies. i hope it’s just that.