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The Peripheral (The Jackpot Trilogy) Paperback – October 6, 2015
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Praise for The Peripheral
“Spectacular, a piece of trenchant, far-future speculation that features all the eyeball kicks of Neuromancer and all the maturity and sly wit of Spook Country. It’s brilliant.”—Cory Doctorow
“From page one, The Peripheral ticks and sings with the same controlled, dark energy and effortless grace of language....Like the best of Gibson’s early, groundbreaking work, it offers up the same kind of chewy, tactile future that you can taste and smell and feel on your skin; that you believe, immediately, like some impossible documentary, because the thing that Gibson has always been best at is offering up futures haunted by the past.”—NPR
“[Gibson is] revered not just as a unique and brilliantly talented SF novelist but a social and psychological visionary....[The Peripheral] creates a future that is astoundingly inventive and frighteningly plausible....A wonderful addition to a brilliant oeuvre.”—The Sunday Times (UK)
“Gibson's characters are intensely real, and Flynne is a clever, compelling, stereotype-defying, unhesitating protagonist who makes this novel a standout.”—Publishers Weekly
“The Peripheral is one of [Gibson's] most sophisticated attention-management machines, a culmination of his career, both a return to old themes and a step forward, and his most sustained experiment in helping us, even if only for a moment, see the world with new eyes.”—Los Angeles Review of Books
“No one writes better about the near future than Gibson.”—The Washington Post
“Like any really well-designed thrill ride of mystery tour (or sonnet or string quartet), as soon as you get off, you want to get right on for another go-round.”—Locus
More Praise for William Gibson
“His eye for the eerie in the everyday still lends events an otherworldly sheen.”—The New Yorker
“Like Pynchon and DeLillo, Gibson excels at pinpointing the hidden forces that shape our world.”—Details
“William Gibson can craft sentences of uncanny beauty, and he is a great poet of crowds.”—San Francisco Chronicle Book Review
“Gibson’s radar is deftly tuned to the changes in the culture that many of us are missing.”—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
About the Author
- Publisher : Berkley; Reprint edition (October 6, 2015)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 512 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0425276236
- ISBN-13 : 978-0425276235
- Item Weight : 1 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.44 x 1.1 x 8.23 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #55,408 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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I remember the first time I read Neuromancer. Jeeze, like 30 years ago now. Reading Neuromancer and its often dense, cinematic prose often made me with for a glossary with the book, like there had been when I read my older brother's late 60s paperback copy of Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange. But Burgess' was using Anglicized Russian as British English slang in that book -- you really needed the glossary.
For Gibson, everything is written in English, so you get no glossary. You have to figure out the meanings of new/invented/esoteric terms from the context of the prose. Now, it's got it's confusing, hallucinatory aspects that make it akin to reading Burroughs sometimes (but without all the drugs and homosexual sex). But Burroughs' stuff also was frustrating to read because of the cut-up, disjointed narrative style. Gibson's stuff is far more tightly plotted and less hallucinatory.
Figuring out the meanings of terms from the prose and context is less an issue in this novel than in some of Gibson's previous novels (like The Sprawl trilogy novels). But it is definitely much more of an issue here than it was with in the last three "Bigend" trillogy novels combined.
I did not have a problem figuring out terms/actions from the context with this novel. For people who are already aware of topics as disparate but technologically reliant as social media's geolocation capabilities, social media mood indication/tracking, advancements in 3D printing, and concepts such as string/mbrane theories of physics (in a PBS TV kind of way) and possible parellel multiple universes, this book should not be difficult to read.
For everyone else, yeah... it will be a problem.
I recently had a friend -- who hadn't re-read any of Gibson's first 3-6 novels since she originally read them, 30-ish years ago -- complain about 3 things with respect to this book. I, however, recently re-acquired ALL of his books in ebook format, after having lost paperback and hardcover copies over the years. So I was in a unique position to respond to her arguments.
First, she said the first 100 pages of The Peripheral were unnecessarily dense. My response to that was: no, not really, unless you've forgotten how he *used* to write. Because this is not a new style for him -- it's more a return to form.
Second, she objected to the fact that under all the scifi trappings, it's "just a murder mystery." Well, you could say any of his previous novels had, "under the trappings," some fairly routine pulp-ish or noir-ish plots. Criminal pulled in/tempted by just "one last job." Corporate espionage and extraction of human workers who represent intellectual capital to these corporations. That kind of thing.
In my opinion, there are two mysteries in this novel: the murder mystery (which is the obvious mystery) and the underlying, shadow mystery, which is revealed in dribs and drabs until very near the end: the myster of The Jackpot -- what it is, how it happened, who it affected.
Ironically, the biggest mystery -- communication between people of one near future multiverse, and the people of a far future multiverse -- is simply set up as a given. (If anything in this novel is a deus ex machina, I suppose that is). So the mystery is never explained.
Third and last, she objected to what she felt was a Disney-ish happy ending. But, I argued, virtually all of Gibson's otherwise highly dystopian visions of the future end similarly: the bad guys don't entirely win, and the good guys don't entirely lose. Which is, I guess, just another way of saying the bad guys kind of lose, and the good guys kind of win. But one senses that the struggle and lives of the characters continue after you finish the book, and nothing feels too deus ex machina (except, in this novel, maybe some of the givens).
Let me put it this way: If you already know and pretty much love Gibson's previous stuff, I don't think this will disappoint.
If, however, Gibson's writing (especially the early stuff) put you off, then you'll probably hate this novel, too.
I loved it. Gibson has always been so expertly, specifically, and hauntingly able to describe the nostalgia of anachronistic characters and to chart the narratives of those people whose changing personal circumstances have left them with uncertain footing in either a not entirely friendly world, or an outright hostile one, as they try to secure some piece of stability and/or security for themselves amid an often constantly changing landscape. He's always written relatable and often quite compelling heroines, the vast majority of whom were not stereotypical scifi babes.
He has also always extrapolated from current and historical sociopolitical and economical trends -- especially with respect to technological innovation -- to provide a glimpse of the growing, ever-sharpening class divisions that our world has rapidly devolved into. Much of what he presented as mere backstory or incidental detail in his Sprawl trilogy novels (and even in later workrs) has come to pass. He obviously has class politics, and to me, Gibson seems to be one of those ex-working class intellectuals who never lost touch with the fact that -- had he never become successful as a writer -- he'd probably would have worked some kind of blue collar or civil servant/wage slave type job his whole life, because that's what he was headed for.
So he has remarkable sympathy for those square-peg-round-hole drones who get caught up in things larger than themselves, especially those who've had a taste of "the good life" and then otherwise blew it, lost it, or had it somehow snatched away. Yet he never comes across as overtly or explicity adhering to any 'ism;' he never comes across from that kind of tiresome first-raised pro-blue-collar/almost anti-intellectual pride, either. That's probably because, for many of his protagonists, it's their intellect, their brainy skills, that got them out of whatever backwater, wrong-side-of-town situation they were originally born into.
The way he writes his dystopian futures -- which are all merely extrapolations of things that are already true now -- "it is what it is." There's no agenda-pushing by Gibson, it's just a very dry recitation of the surrounding details that gradually weave into a whole where you see how the poor get poorer and the rich get richer, and you come to realize that is what we all would observe ourselves about our current world, if we were only paying attention.
So when one of his underdog protagonists finally achieves some level of security, you feel like it's been really earned... and much of the time, those underdogs are trying to pull another person or two or more up with them, or sometimes, enlighten an entire group even as they merely pursue their own trajectory.
It's that warmth and strange optimism amid all the doomy gloomy dystopia that has always kind of made Gibson's stuff moody, haunting, and ultimately very fulfilling reading for me.
These are some of the things I've always really admired about him.
There were some clever, new ideas that made up for some of the characters being shallower than I was used to from Gibson. Overall it was definitely worth reading.
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484 pages of this. Alongside a rather more readable Empty Hearts – it is going to Help the Aged.
The novel opens in near-future rural America, where protagonist Flynne Fisher agrees to take over her brother’s job one night, working as security in a new video game. When she witnesses a particularly gruesome murder on the second night she begins to question whether it’s just a game or something more.
Meanwhile, in a post-apocalyptic 22nd Century, publicist Wilf Netherton loses his job after a disastrous assignment and finds himself getting drawn into the mystery surrounding the disappearance of a socialite he has links to.
Connecting these two seemingly disparate stories is the continua, a never-explained link between Wilf’s ‘present’ and various points in the ‘past’. Through the use of a mysterious server that’s believed to exist somewhere in China, the denizens of the 22nd Century are able to reach back in to the past, but in doing so they create stubs, new timelines separate and distinct from their own which continue forward at the same rate of temporal progress.
It’s an unusual approach to the time-travel trope, and raises a lot of questions about how much of the story is real or imagined within the context of the narrative. The fact that the alleged Chinese server McGuffin that allows contact with the stubs is deliberately kept vague and mysterious even to the denizens of Wilf’s timeline suggests that there’s a lot more going on under the hood of this novel than you realise, and while that could be true of pretty much any novel by Gibson, here the layers of obfuscation feel positively abyssal in depth.
As ever, Gibson’s writing here is superlative. The way he weaves the two distinct narratives together is damn near perfect, though he does leave a lot of threads hanging throughout the book. Even by the end of the story, when everything’s been brought together in an adrenaline inducing climax and it’s been revealed who has in fact done it, there are still a lot of questions left unanswered. That this is the first in a new series is in no doubt, but where his earlier works were more-or-less independent of each other, you can’t help but get the impression this new trilogy is going to prove to be very interconnected by the turn of the last page of the final book.
All in all it’s fair to say Gibson hasn’t lost any of his talent for telling stories. This is cyberpunk for the post-cyberpunk world, and definitely worth a read if you’re a fan of the genre.
It is written as two parallel related stories, pretty much sticking to alternate chapters for each. Gibson fans will be familiar with him juggling three or even four story threads, but here he restricts himself to just the two.
Every book by William Gibson that I've read has a dense style which frequently has me flipping back a couple of pages to try to understand what happened or even who said what. I have come to enjoy that style but, in the first few chapters of The Peripheral, it isn't just hard to follow, there isn't actually enough information present to follow who's who and what is going on. Maybe a deliberate choice, but it could be the cause of those reviews declaring it "unreadable". Once about three or four chapters in you'll have more of a handle on who and what, and the book becomes more compelling.
The book has the typical street-wise close-lipped characters that Gibson loves to write but, on two or three occasions throughout, someone will just "spill the beans" in an uncharacteristic display of eloquence. This inconsistency in character, or at least the sudden manner in which it happens, was quite jarring. For this reason and the overly challenging beginning, I have knocked off one star.
“The Peripheral” is a hybrid cyberpunk/time travel story told from two (mostly) alternating third-person-limited points of view looking at each other from either end of an unspecified period of future history.
The content is pure William Gibson fan service and almost criticism-proof. You knew what to expect when you bought your ticket, so for the most part you just have to put up and shut up.
It’s a chaotic exercise in nano tech, stealth tech, cyber-displaced consciousness, guns-and-ammo fetishism, and Black Ops mumbo jumbo. There’s probably only one character – an actual cop – who isn’t a creatively dysfunctional but, like, toterly kewl, loner.
It takes a while to get going, but once all the pieces are on the board and your reading ear tunes in to the slightly forced writing style it hops along enjoyably enough.
The real weakness is in the structure.
The plot is a bad day for air traffic control at Deus Ex Machina Airlines.
It’s told in a a hundred-odd, pointlessly tiny, supposedly smartly titled, chapters.
One of the reasons it’s slow to start is because it’s trying to get away with delivering two future worlds at either end of a “look but don’t touch” Google Hangout, without info-dumps, and just ends up being oblique.
One of the pair of PoV voices has a yoof-full, edgy, broken “street” quality that’s not entirely successful, partly because it’s trying to leverage the benefits of first and third person and ends up neither fish nor fowl, and partly because that voice bleeds inappropriately all over the other PoV who isn’t either yoof or “street”.
There’s a climax without a real nailed-down conclusion. Despite striking down upon the eventually revealed panto villain with great vengeance and furious anger, at least one key dark side character escapes with just a stern telling off. When I reached the last couple of chapters and had to keep being careful not to tap the “buy the next-in-series” banner in the Kindle app, I realised with a sinking heart that it’s because it’s not the standalone I thought it was.
All that said, if it comes up again at a 99p deal, there are way worse ways to send yourself to sleep for a week.
Having grasped the narrative well enough to be able to embrace all the characters, the story becomes enthralling, engaging and highly entertaining.
One of the things I love about Gibson is his ability to change his writing style. While I've found the shift to be a challenge on occasion, bearing with it has always proved to be rewarding and The Peripheral was no exception.
Looking forward to my next incursion into the wondrous worlds that Gibson introduces.