384 pages, 9.35 × 6.5 × 1.5 in
September 7, 2010
The following ISBNs are associated with this title:
ISBN - 10: 0399156828
ISBN - 13: 9780399156823
Read from the Book
1. CABINET Inchmale hailed a cab for her, the kind that had always been black, when she'd first known this city. Pearlescent silver, this one. Glyphed in Prussian blue, advertising something German, banking services or business software; a smoother simulacrum of its black ancestors, its faux-leather upholstery a shade of orthopedic fawn. "Their money's heavy," he said, dropping a loose warm mass of pound coins into her hand. "Buys many whores." The coins still retained the body heat of the fruit machine from which he'd deftly wrung them, almost in passing, on their way out of the King's Something. "Whose money?" "My countrymen's. Freely given." "I don't need this." Trying to hand it back. "For the cab." Giving the driver the address in Portman Square. "Oh Reg," she said, "it wasn't that bad. I had it in money markets, most of it." "Bad as anything else. Call him." "No." "Call him," he repeated, wrapped in Japanese herringbone Gore-Tex, multiply flapped and counter-intuitively buckled. He closed the cab's door. She watched him through the rear window as the cab pulled away. Stout and bearded, he turned now in Greek Street, a few minutes past midnight, to rejoin his stubborn protégé, Clammy of the Bollards. Back to the studio, to take up their lucrative creative struggle. She sat back, noticing nothing at all until they passed Selfridges, the driver taking a right. The club, only a few years old, was on the north side of Portman Square. Getting out, she paid and generously tipp
From the Publisher
The iconic visionary returns with his first new novel since the New York Times bestseller Spook Country. 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 first 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 find 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.
About the Author
William Gibson lives in Vancouver, British Columbia, with his wife. He is the author of Neuromancer, Count Zero, Mona Lisa Overdrive, Burning Chrome, Virtual Light, Idoru, All Tomorrow's Parties, Pattern Recognition, and Spook Country.
"His eye for the eerie in the everyday still lends events an otherworldly sheen."
-The New Yorker
"Gibson's ability to hit the sweet spot of cutting-edge culture is uncanny."
-The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
"A writer who can conjure the numinous out of the quotidian."
-The Washington Post Book World
"William Gibson can craft sentences of uncanny beauty, and is our great poet of crowds."
-San Francisco Examiner & Chronicle