ZERO HISTORY, William Gibson’s tenth novel arrives on the 7th of September, as advertised in the Putnam Fall 2010 catalogue. As a matter of fact, happy 62th birthday. (via zerohistory blog)

Whatever you do, because you are an artist, will bring you to the next thing of your own. . . .


When she sang for The Curfew, Hollis Henry’s face was known worldwide. She still runs into people who remember the poster. Unfortunately, in the post-crash economy, cult memorabilia doesn’t pay the rent, and right now she’s a journalist in need of a job. The last person she wants to work for is Hubertus Bigend, twisted genius of global marketing; but there’s no way to tell an entity like Bigend that you want nothing more to do with him. That simply brings you more firmly to his attention.


Milgrim is clean, drug-free for the frst time in a decade. It took eight months in a clinic in Basel. Fifteen complete changes of his blood. Bigend paid for all that. Milgrim’s idiomatic Russian is superb, and he notices things. Meanwhile no one notices Milgrim. That makes him worth every penny, though it cost Bigend more than his cartel-grade custom-armored truck.


The culture of the military has trickled down to the street–Bigend knows that, and he’ll fnd a way to take a cut. What surprises him though is that someone else seems to be on top of that situation in a way that Bigend associates only with himself. Bigend loves staring into the abyss of the global market; he’s just not used to it staring back.

When a white boxe inverted be,tiny pills on
your tongue, a manne whose hart be clene yet
whose organ will mayk ladies ryght certaine
in their endeavoure of cleaning His phallus
with their tongues ye sharle be!

Clene as willow yet stronge as stone ye sharle
be and no woman of no race shall rejecte ye
and everyone sharle testeth three inches of
victorious fornicating fleshe of yer body!

Natural Gain Plus ad, the 1500s

Yes, I wrote that. Get over it.

yes, yes, we’ll have androids, 10% of population. will not be able to hump them, though. officially. stephen levy says 2050 is the year when you can throatfuck a dishwasher and get customer loyalty points for doing so.

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t:\ says (2:08 PM):
a cattle prod keresésre régebben csak mezőgazdasági témájú képeket adott ki a gugli
most a fele pornó

Tavasz van. Tudom, mert végre centipontosan lőhetem be a kosárméreteket a romkocsmákban, a város felett enyhén orrfacsaróan terjeng a márciusi dugás fülledt, meleg szaga, a lányokból elmúlik a savanyúság és háztetőig csap a vigyorkeltő albuminbűz, ahol okkult figurákkal díszített netbookkal ülök és még egy jó ideig azt firtatom, hogy miért örülnék jobban egy féltucatnyi hőkövető marokkőnek, mint egy két és fél kilométerig is gond nélkül elhordó McMillan TAC-50-nek, aztán elrángatnak inni, én meg hagyom magam, de ezt majd beküldöm a traumatológiáról. Most zenélek inkább, fejben.

Hamarosan az újságosoknál a márciusi Mondo magazin, amiből látható már a valóságot és címet nem teljesen pontosan tükröző previewn, hogy érinti a szebbik nemet, a gépi torkokat minden értelemben, a virtuális énekeseket és az algoritmikus zeneírást. Áprilistól olvasható a blogon, de inkább vegyétek meg, pay your tribute to the evil chief editor who is not me!