William Gibson, I personally think is the greatest author this time has ever had. If you really evaluate his work you will notice something that no one else has ever pulled off, and you don't even notice it because his writing is so smooth.
Books by William Gibson
Neromancer
Burning Chrome
Agrippia
Alien 3 Script
Count Zero
Mona Lisa Overdrive
Johnny Mnemonic: the screenplay
Virtual Light
The Difference engine (With Bruce Sterling)
Idoru
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WG's Virtual Light:
Hepatic corona, Iperceptibly, Brownish Translucence.
Japanese vodka, Come Balk Salmon, it's name more irritating than
it's lingering aftertaste.
Space behind his eyes, Fractal-based calligraphy. He drinks the
vodka, he watches Television. Silver beaded jaws. Metal voices.
Telephone beneath the pillow, it is all he knows of peace.
Provide his own. Soft-focus digital approximation of both. Sleep
of a different texture. The shell. Chrome. Armored Land Rover.
Should've bought Israeli or at least Brazilian, who needed Ralph
Lauren to design a tank anyway? Just chromed for looks, Always
looked like he was about two nights short of sleep. You ought to
get some rest. Mirrored contacts. Klan-assed nazi robot. Bright
yellow plastic. Cameras under the rear bumper, made parking
really easy. When'd they make that? 1980, I wasn't born yet. Well
I was two. Many no doubt have, Milan. The kill fix. patches of
tape on both cheeckbones. Silver contacts,his long white fingers
moving the most matter-of-fact way imaginable. I'M NOT OK, YOU'RE
NOT OK- BUT HEY, THAT'S OK. fadded orange trunks. high, very
pure, and quite clinically empty; the doing of the thing, the not
thinking. Bar-coded allied badges. Mirror polished ittalic zero.
sticking up ok in back The spikes were still to long whispy sort
of. Fractal knife. Coffee tables made out of tombstones, old
ones. The brooding verbal polychromes of an almost unthinkably
advanced decay. Dreams are made of hot metal. Wincing in the
sudden light, scrubbing cold water into his numb face. Cold Tile.
corrugated polished brass, mirrors, chrome gone dull. Coffee shop
interior texture, ferry, dark dented varnish over plain heavy
wood. Existential meaning. hyphons of aerosol silver. Modernity
was ending.
MORE TO COME SOON
There have been lunatics here
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