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Remembrance of things lost
January 21, 2020
There was a time when a new Gibson was like slipping into bed with your favourite concubine while the voice of an angel breathed the dreams of the gods in your ear.
No more. Gibson has abandoned the future and is rewriting the past so Trump didn't happen. And he's not doing it very well either. If prose can have an uncanny valley then this is it, stylistically Gibson but without the accustomed depth. As he now has terminal Trump Derangement Syndrome I'm assuming this is his last book, and The Peripheral remains the last true Gibson treasure. All things end.