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NEW YORK TIMES bestseller * 2005: Welcome to NoCal and SoCal, the uneasy sister-states of what used to be California. The millennium has come and gone, leaving in its wake only stunned survivors. In Los Angeles, Berry Rydell is a former armed-response rentacop now working for a bounty hunter. Chevette Washington is a bicycle messenger turned pickpocket who impulsively snatches a pair of innocent-looking sunglasses. But these are no ordinary shades. What you can see through these high-tech specs can make you rich--or get you killed. Now Berry and Chevette are on the run, zeroing in on the digitalized heart of DatAmerica, where pure information is the greatest high. And a mind can be a terrible thing to crash. . . . Praise for Virtual Light "Both exhilarating and terrifying . . . Although considered the master of 'cyberpunk' science fiction, William Gibson is also one fine suspense writer."--People "A stunner . . . A terrifically stylish burst of kick-butt imagination."--Entertainment Weekly "Convincing . . . frightening . . . Virtual Light is written with a sense of craft, a sense of humor and a sense of the ultimate seriousness of the problems it explores."--Chicago Tribune "In the emerging pop culture of the information age, Gibson is the brightest star."--The San Diego Union-Tribune… (more)
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Being somewhat older now, generally mellower but rather cynical about anything that gets put on book covers, I gave the novel another shot, and this time round enjoyed it for what it is, namely a well-written sci-fi thriller with a ton of cool ideas. After reading the rest of the trilogy, I moved on to Virtual Light, which looked like more of the same. As it turned out, however, appearances can be deceptive.
On the surface, Virtual Light does indeed appear rather similar to the Sprawl trilogy – set closer to the present than the earlier novels, but still Science Fiction, and another fast-moving thriller. Which I suppose is almost true. Except for the “fast-moving” bit. And if you think about it, the novel is not really a thriller either (or a novel, for that matter, but I will return to that farther down). It does use some traditional plot trappings of that genre, but does so in a way that makes it clear that in reality it is not interested in those at all. The action, such as it is, kicks off with an utterly implausible coincidence (even with an intersection of several of them), and the ensuing plot coughs and stutters into life like the ancient motor of an ancient car and moves ahead with about just as much speed.
There is not much in the way of an unfolding narrative, instead there are some people looking for some McGuffin that the female protagonist accidentally acquired (is there a more tired plot device?), they show up and shoot people, female and male protagonist flee together, bad guy turns up and more shooting ensues, male protagonist pulls off clever trick with the help of a convenient deus ex machina (a bunch of them, in fact), the end.
It’s all beyond ridiculous and the only purpose this sad excuse for a plot seems to serve is to show Gibson’s deep disdain for such silly things as a story. I’m not sure why Gibson decided to write this as a thriller, as it is quite obvious that (at least at this point in his career) he had no interest in the form whatsover. In fact, I can’t help the impression that he didn’t even really want to write a novel, but would likely have been much more happy with an extended essay or even better, a piece of fictional journalism describing what his idea of the near future would look like. And it is as this that Virtual Light has some value and is not a complete waste of time – the world building here is brilliant and by far more interesting than the trite plot and its cardboard characters; lots and lots of cool and colourful ideas get juggled by Gibson, forming a dazzling display of fascinating concepts, eliciting frequent Ahhhs and Ooohs from the reader.
Even so, this remains a strange book – overall Virtual Light does not seem so much an intentional structure but something that has grown and agglomerated, much like the Bridge that Yamizaki waxes enthusiastic about (a character, by the way, whose only purpose seems to be to provide the novel with that meta-level, or rather to make it so blatantly obvious that nobody could possibly miss it). It is like had Gibson had started with some small kernel, a basic idea and then kept adding things to it as they occurred to him, maybe some things he read, heard, or picked up in some other way, and ended up with a piece of art trouvé rather than a work of literature, something very uneven but also quite fascinating.
This book was written in 1992-93. Reading it again from the perspective of 2011 gives you a shock. How could Gibson so accurately have drawn our present when it was his future? Late in the story, he decribes a place that went downhill "when the Euromoney went away..." and I shuddered. SF is not supposed to be predictive, but what seemed like a dystopian vision in 1993 reads like a techno-thriller now - indeed, an inattentive reader might think of it as a contemporary novel.
Chevette Washington, a bicycle courier Inadvertently finds herself on the fringe of a high society party. Having been hassled by one of the guests she wanders off to explore. When she returns to the main party room she sees that the man who had hassled her is now asleep with something sticking out of his pocket. Uncharacteristically Chevette steals this and then leaves the party. When she emerges into the street she looks to see what she has pinched and finds a pair of very dark, and very heavy, sunglasses. However, these are not ordinary glasses but, instead, are Virtual Light (VL) glasses, which when switched on are a new means of conveying data about the things their wearer looks at. This paid also holds top secret information about plans to rebuild the recently earthquake-devastated San Francisco. This information is immensely valuable and the owner (not the man from whom Chevette stole them - he was a mere intermediary) will stop at nothing to retrieve them.
Meanwhile former cop Berry Rydell, having recently lost his post with IntenSecure, a shady independent "rentacop" conglomerate with contacts everywhere, has been recruited by the sinister Mr Warbaby who has himself been commissioned to retrieve the missing glasses.
The synopsis above may make the novel sound unduly fraught but Gibson manages it all very deftly and the story flows seamlessly.
All in all a very rewarding read.
Virtual Light lifts the characters and locales of Snow Crash, while omitting the humor and intricate background stories that made Snow Crash so interesting.
I've now twice been horribly disappointed by William
I found it rather slow to start, almost the first half of the book is needed to settle the "décor" and all in all there is no much suspense. A bit like all the polar story was there just to bring the reader into Gibson's world.
Even though I still yearn for razor girls and console cowboys Vitural light was a great read. think of that..[[ASIN:0595681646 Gideon's Fall: When You Dont Have a Prayer, Only a Miracle Will Do]]
"Virtual Light" was first published in 1993 and is set in 2005. Rydell is an ex-cop and ex-security guard, who has been employed to drive for a security troubleshooter with an injured leg. Chevette is a bicycle courier and resident of The Bridge, a community that grew up on the bridge linking San Francisco and Oakland after it was closed to traffic after a major earthquake. Their lives collide when Chevette impulsively steals a pair of virtual reality sunglasses from a man who has annoyed her.
I loved it, and as both sequels are already on my TBR shelf, I intend to read them this month too.
The setting suffers from the
Unlike most other Gibson novels, something in the plot and characters of this particular book reminds me a lot of Snow Crash. (They were published close together, too, so I'm not sure if it's a coincidence or maybe something about that time in particular or what.) Chevette especially reminds me a lot of Y.T., though Berry is no Hiro Protagonist. I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing, though - I enjoyed Snow Crash and, by the end, this book is clearly its own thing.
That annoying trait of his last two novels - a split narrative - disappointingly features again but it's not such a bother this time as events come together earlier and with less fuss. However I do have to confess to being rather bored by Skinner and Yamazaki's chapters whenever they took place. They set the scene for the Bridge and the state of the world but these chapters feel artificial. It's disappointing that Gibson wasn't better able to develop his vision of the world outside of these clunky chapters.
However, Rydell and Chevette's chapters are fun and fast paced and make up for the others. This is the sort of quick-fire techno-adventure that I initially liked about Gibson. Sometimes Gibson's prose dips into a sort of slang territory, which I didn't like all that much, but for the most part his writing is good here. Not his best (which was, oddly, probably his earliest stuff) but decent.
After the slight disappointment of the preceding two novels I'm glad Virtual Light demonstrates that Gibson didn't lose all his talent after his short stories and Neuromancer. This isn't his best work but it's good and makes me keen to read further into the Bridge trilogy. A minor success!
If Gibson is the father of the cyber-punk branch of the sci-fi family tree, then this book, Virtual Light, is one of his first kids, who ended up in therapy.
This is one of Gibson’s first books, and with Neuromancer, paved the way for many other techno-savvy authors
I enjoyed this book, but am looking forward to a more experienced Gibson. 2.5 on LibraryThing.
Halt—this is too much (But it’s always that way with Gibson) and it works.
Chevette Washington, a bicycle courier Inadvertently finds herself on the fringe of a high society party. Having been hassled by one of the guests she wanders off to explore. When she returns to the main party room she sees that the man who had hassled her is now asleep with something sticking out of his pocket. Uncharacteristically Chevette steals this mysterious object and then leaves the party. As she emerges into the street she investigates the fruits of her theft and finds a pair of very dark and unexpectedly heavy sunglasses.
It transpires, however, that these are not ordinary sunglasses but are, instead, Virtual Light (VL) spectacles. When switched on they offer a new means of conveying data about whatever the wearer might be looking at. This stolen pair also contains top secret information about plans for the reconstruction of the recently devastated San Francisco. This information is immensely valuable and the owner (not the man from whom Chevette stole them - he was a mere intermediary) will stop at nothing to retrieve them.
Meanwhile former cop Berry Rydell, having recently lost his post with IntenSecure, a shady independent "rentacop" conglomerate with contacts everywhere, has been recruited by the sinister Mr Warbaby who has himself been commissioned to retrieve the missing glasses. His and Chevette’s paths are about to meet.
Gibson’s great gift has been the plausibility of his vision of a tortured future in which technological developments lend themselves to sinister activities, while society as a whole is fractured. Communes based around new and unorthodox religions abound, and there is increasing polarisation between the wealthy, who live in the safety of gated communities, and the disenfranchised poor, left largely to their own devices. It is not an appealing future, but all too easy to accept.
I recognise that the synopsis above may make the novel sound unduly fraught. William Gibson manages it to convey it all very deftly and the story flows seamlessly.
Virtual Light,written in 1993 and set in 2005, is a detective noir story set in San Francisco around two people: Berry Rydell and Chevette Washington. After the city has suffered a massive earthquake the
Chevette works as a bicycle messenger delivering packages to rich clients around the city. One evening, she makes a split second decision that will alter the course of her life. Rydell is an ex-cop moved to Southern California after being expelled from the Tennessee police after killing a suspect into the paths of Chevette, a murder, crooked police, international corporations, and hackers.
Described in the blurb on the back as an "audacious, witty and passionate look at our possible future" we are told about five types of guns and two non-lethal weapons in the first five pages. For me this is a real problem. Right from the outset I struggled to see this story as being little more than a thriller. A thriller that was lacking in enough action, intrigue and twists and turns to make it a real page turner.
Similarly whilst I saw the bridge, inhabited by the lower reaches of society, as symbolising the distance between the haves and have-nots of technology the very fact that it was set only some 12 years after it was first published and 15 years before I actually read it meant that it just didn't feel particularly futuristic nor a proper social commentary (if it had been set in say 2050 I might have felt differently). This ultimately meant that I struggled to see just what message the author was trying to convey.
Sci-fi isn't really my thing and this was my first book by the author. Therefore, I don't want to appear overly negative, there were some good elements. Firstly I enjoyed the author's pared down writing style, he has avoided overblown text making it is easy to visualize his 'futuristic' California. Likewise I felt that the two main characters, whilst only sketched, had enough substance to imagine them struggling to find their niche in a society where power has been placed into the hands of the techno-savvy. An interesting if not compelling introduction to the author.
Here, the stage is simple: the Bridge itself, a few hints
Curious book design, the font almost a bold typeface and more suitable for captions or titles than narrative text. Chapter pages take a full facing page, in greyscale, with design reminiscent of a graphic novel. Section breaks within a chapter signaled by a horizontal rectangle, almost Prairie Style and at odds with the font and chapter design. Even the pagination and author / title repeated in upper corners seem more appropriate to an OMNI magazine layout than a hardbound novel. I wonder how much the publisher allowed this because the novel seems short, and all this busy-ness helped "fill it out" for the marketing department. Disappointingly, several typos not caught in copyediting: its / it's, Elliot / Elliott. I don't fault or credit Gibson for any of this, of course.
A solid book and a fun read. Taken alone upon publication, quite satisfying. This second reading I read it in one go with the remaining novels. I was pleased to find the shadowy hints took on a bit more solidity and shape in the context of the whole. The theme of global disruption from pandemic was especially interesting, with COVID-19 fully disrupting human civilisation at the time of reading.
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synopsis | Chevette impulsively steals a pair of sunglasses after an encounter with an entitled misogynist, setting in motion several parties intent on retrieving the glasses and erasing all knowledge of them. Rydell moves from one subsidiary of DatAmerica to another, unknowingly moving closer to the center of a private business deal with global implications. There is more than one shadow government pulling strings, however, and evidently most are unaware of the Republic of Desire.