Metaliterature

Some things you teach yourself to remember to forget. I read somewhere recently that Gibson’s novels take about 100 pages to get used to the language, and those pages can be so challenging that some do give up. It might have been in a review or synopsis of Gibson’s 2014 (WTAF he’s still alive? Oh yes, and book... um... three question mark of the Jackpot trilogy is on its way) novel The Peripheral because that is very likely given I’ve a) recently watched the TV series and b) recently read the novel. Wits might interject wittily that this is something of an area of expertise, what! (I’ve also been reacquainting myself with Wodehouse , sorry). Well, hmm, yes, and in this context, that is the context of book two of the Sprawl trilogy, it did take me a few moments to pick up the rhythm and jazz of it all. The language flits and swings, can be flat and toneless but jumps towards a cymbal-crash and rattle on the rim with little warning. There’s cyberspace voodoo. There’s corporate militia. ...