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A.R.Yngve

Hey, what've you got against Dallas?
;-)

James

Fantastic comparison, and a very good review. I would add though, that the world of Nathan Barley did and possibly still does exist in a small section of London, in a few blocks around Shoreditch and now Hackney.

I was at a party among such types - while NB was on the telly - when Julian Barret ('Dan Ashcroft') actually walked in, completely weirding me and my friends out, and forcing us to quickly leg it, to prevent some kind of split in the fiction/Barley continuum.

Jonathan McCalmont

Damn... you could have knifed him and thereby snuffed out The Mighty Boosh. You selfish bastard.

I know that Shoreditch is trendy (or was) but I don't think it was ever the kind of trendy that NB was portraying. Isn't it just a place people go to hang out, drink coffee and browse record shops? I didn't think it was full of internet startups and magazines.

Kevin Murphy

This is the most stingingly accurate review of Spook Country I've read. Truly excellent work.

Paul

Oh thank God. Finally a review that exposes Gibson for the hack he's become.

Ilya Popov

Jonas, there's a paragraph in the text, early in, when Bigend and Hollis meet in a hotel. They've drinking alcohol, and Hollis mentions that she'd heard something about the mystery clips. Bigend says he used those clips to sell sneakers. Which is just one of the many things Bigend does to make money. PR and SC both allude to him having his claws in many other projects, some legal, some...possibly not. Meanwhile, Hollis still has some money left over from her days with The Curfew (remember: she also gets 5K returned to her that she frivolously lent out to a bandmate).

As someone who also found the book disappointing (but for entirely other reasons), there are a few things that we do agree upon. However, it's unfair to Gibson to ask him to repeat himself, as you inherently suggest by stating that SC is not like Neuromancer in form, approach, thematics, etc. Certainly, it does seem the case that Young Gibson had an easier time with plots than Current Gibson, but hey - artists change, find new interests, follow new things.

SC works best if you read it as a comedy, a kind of statement on the ironic hipster period that began in the middle of the 90's and continues to exist even in our present period. The book is less about the plot than about trying to capture a kind of picture of the kind of world that Gibson seems to think we're living in; a zeitgeist polaroid, if you will. That's his take on reality, in so much as it's a presentation of his seemingly slightly bemused, cynical and concerned take on things. If it doesn't agree with your notion of what is or is not reality, well then, it doesn't agree with you, and then SC just isn't a book for you.

Incidentally, Gibson didn't even *know* what was in the cargo himself until he was nearing on finishing the book. The mystic Macguffin isn't really relevant; the structure of the book isn't contingent on What is in the box, but rather, on the dynamics of the people who Want, and Why they want it, and what that says about Them. That famous adage about the journey and not the destination? Welcome to Spook Country.

Martin

I almost had to stab my eyes out when I went to the Shoreditch Festival this summer. It's possibly not full of self-facilitating media nodes but Shoreditch Twat and Nathan Barley started for a reason. I think Vice is the missing reference here and there was definitely a dot com cunt bloom. (Although actually in TV Go Home didn't Barley start off in Ladbroke Grove, another twat ground zero?)

Jonathan McCalmont

Ilya --

I think PR was better in terms of the "these people don't actually work!" problem. Cayce was a proper brand consultant... a job that really does exist and it made sense for an advertising executive to want to track down the maker of a hugely popular viral. That's why the bulk of my criticisms are leveled more at SC than PR. If, as you say, SC refers back to PR then that makes sense to me but I think it's an indication of how much more clearly thought out PR was that Gibson refers back to it rather than coming up with new ways for Bigend to make money.

I'm not being categorical about these observations. The people in Nathan Barley occasionally do stuff "for money" but there are also people who exist in a world without money. The same goes with SC but I think that whereas Barley is critical of such people, SC isn't.

I think you're being incredibly charitable in your attempts to see SC as a comedy. For starters, it is an incredibly earnest book with the notable exception of Brown and Milgram. It also fails as a comedy for the same reason Barley did... these kinds of people don't really exist. You can't satirise something that you've made up yourself. However, I do agree that it's a cultural mood piece and therefore not really about plot and characters. That's why I didn't really say much about the plot or the characterisation except when they seemed to constitute a world-view and Gibson's principles of characterisation kind of do.

I'm not demanding that Gibson move backwards. To be honest, aside from Neuromancer Pattern Recognition is my favourite Gibson novel and a lot of the original cyberpunk novels he wrote leave me cold. I wasn't expressing regret that he had changed, simply that the changes he has made seem to have involved cutting stuff out without replacing it with anything new. The cyberpunk novels did all the stuff that his modern novels do but they also did stories and they also did ideas about the world. I wouldn't mind if Gibson really had moved on from his roots in genre, but I don't think he has.

Hmmm... if you're right about him not knowing what was in the box then I think that devalues the book even further in my eyes. I saw it as a heart of darkness type thing... a journey into what underpins a certain sub-culture but those types of stories generally only work if there's a clear idea of what the person is traveling towards, be it grace, a state beyond morality or some kind of truth. Remove that predestination and you're left with a completely unconvincing Macguffin hunt.

Jonathan McCalmont

Martin --

You're right. Barley was originally set in Ladbrooke Grove and he was much more tightly focused as an idle rich boy playing at being in the media. Nathan Barley modified it slightly by making him a rich boy playing at being a media type but succeeding... the problem being that he was an irritating and unpleasant idiot who was popular and successful.

Christ... what a hateful website that is. You could be right that these people did exist. I know that Shoreditch is full of posing tossers and the style stuff of Nathan Barley always struck me as quite correct (the asymmetrical hairdo in particular) as did the speech patterns (the ubiquitous "well random") but I wasn't aware that there actually was an "dot com cunt bloom" as you so elegantly put it.


mark c

Hoxditch is now full of city boys letting their hair down. Its original trendiness came from the confluence of artists working there and a few clubs (which have all now shut down or changed hands). There were some dot com start ups but I think the increasing rents have pushed them out now.

I thought Pattern Recognition was pretty terrible - so much that the only way I will be reading Spook Country is when it is available for £3 from amazon marketplace. (I don't think it helped that the film fragments everyone was wanking on about sounded like perfume adds (prob starring Scarlett Johanssen))

Liam

I have to say I loved Nathan Barley. It was not that funny. I am not sure that was its point. To me it was just an excuse to rant against cunts like Barley and was a vicarious spleen vent for me.

My girlfriend's cousin works for a DJ magazine somewhere in the Clerkenwell/Shoreditch/Brick Lane environs; he is Barley remade in flesh. His wife makes documentaries and they both talk and act like... actually I do not have words to describe them other than that they are - depsite all their apparent knowingness - like Primo Levi's inert elements: almost pointless entities. The fact they talk like "niggaz" is beyond comprehension and very troubling.

The other day I saw this 40 year old on a bmx and adorned with Barley-esque accoutrements; I could not resist shouting "Nathan" at him. So thanks for the reminder.

Dan

ah, I used to love the TV listings for Cunt each week, and you are quite spot on with the likeness to Spook Country. I gave the book a (milder) kicking of my own over the summer (http://www.bugpowderdust.co.uk/blog/?p=42, if you're really interested). One thing I didn't put in that review is my feeling that, without wanting to sound churlish, success appears to have ruined Gibson. The early stuff was all "the street finds its own use for things", and now his books read like an issue of Wallpaper* (if you've never read Wallpaper*, don't. The asterisk in the name tells you all you need to know). Can you imagine Hollis in SC finding her own use for anything that didn't have a driver and an expense account?

Jonathan McCalmont

One of the things that has amused me over this is the fact that some people have pointed to Gibson's contract for two books as a cause for the soullessness of SC. Evidently he had enough ideas for one book but when it came time to writing the second book all he could do was come up with some bollocks about iPods and recycle a load of characters.

Either way, clearly something in his creative decision-making process has gone wrong. Either he's decided to rest on his laurels and pump out bilge for uncritical fans or he no longer knows how to produce good fiction.

I actually stand by Pattern Recognition as a really good book but that was a good deal closer to the street and a lot further away from Wallpaper* and Wired. I think the difference is that when PR was being written, the internet hadn't acquired quite so much media profile and so many rich bastards with expense accounts... it still had a wild west feel and it was quite possible to come across a series of beautiful film vignettes and have it be a secret. Now that shit would be on youtube and boingboing earning ad revenue for people.

I think what has changed is the technophile classes. At the time of Neuromancer they were considered to be trolls who lived in basements. By the time PR came about they had some money but were still on the magins of society. Now the internet is the mainstream and that means that the balance of power has shifted with time... we've gone from writing about how cool a knowledgeable cultural underclass are to writing about the likes of Jason Calacanis and his squillions of dollars.

It's one thing to write flattering stuff about people on the fringes of society but once you're saying those things to the people who dominate our society then you've gone from punk to servile lifestyle journalism.

That's what is so utterly hateful about Spook Country... it's as punk as the Tatler magazine.

paul atreidies

I haven't read Spook County, and from this review I probably won't, but I was a fan of the Sprawl trilogy.

I remember reading in an interview that Gibson, who is Canadian, noticed that Americans "didn't get the hum(o)ur, but British people did," about all the excessive brand-name-dropping and pop-culture references in his novels. I'm British, and I didn't find them particularly funny. Nathan Barley IS funny, since it is deadly accurate about (as Liam mentions above) the 40-year old BMX-riding halfwits with trendy haircuts. Bubble 2.0 seems to be keeping them alive, and I can't wait for it to pop.

John Styles

The thing that Spook Country most reminded me of was an X-Files episode (maybe an extended one).
Hollis is Sculley, Bigend is the deus-ex-machina boss, Hollis's fellow band member (can't remember the name) is an off screen Mulder from an episode where Duchovny was literally phoning in his performance... Typical X-Files chase converging (literally) on an action scene climax, the ambiguous 'is there supernatural stuff or is that how the guy internalises his spy tradecraft?'.

On a 2nd read it struck me that it is clearly poking fun at the arty geek types e.g.
- when we find out Chombo isn't the guy's real name (Chombo is a real bit of software and the description of it is accurate, BTW) and that it's his 'art' name Hollis says she wishes she had had a 'rock musician' name
- where someone with a french accent says 'cyberspace is everting' and Hollis interprets it as saying everything with a strong accent
- the fact that we find out that the footage from PR was used for something really banal by Bigend
It is quite gentle and good natured, but one gets the impression that on his travels Gibson gets to meet a lot of these people.

Undeniably Gibson's weakest novel, though, and it did strike me that both PR and SC don't mention Y2K, the .COM boom / bust at all, it is all rather in a bubble - but then again Cryptonomicon is partly set in what must be 98/99 and there is no mention of Y2K (but anyway, there is an earthquake in San Francisco that doesn't occur in our world).

Is is true that he only had a contract for two, I assumed it would be a three book trilogy.

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