There was a burning plastic smell from my old NEC monitor when I flipped on the switch, so now I'm using a Philips and unable to shake off the feeling that something is not quite right. I'm guessing it's the size of the thing. The old NEC was one huge motherfooker. The Philips seems...dainty in comparison. Eh. I also have two laptops on the comp table. It would all feel very hackerish, but we know no self-respecting hacker would own a Dell.
Anyway. Popped by the library yesterday and grabbed a couple of William Gibson's novels. (Because I refuse to plonk down $75+ rent for Mary Renault's Alexander trilogy. Because, ow.) Just finished his Neuromancer. Up now typing my thoughts on the thing before I start forgetting. (I would have done this in my notebook, except it's somewhere in transit and I don't feel comfortable writing in things people give me.)
The book. I love the opening line. It's like watching GitS anime play in your read, except not really. (Then again, it reads like anime in my head.) Molly keeps reminding me of Batou. With the silver lens and habits (Batou feeds the Tachikomas natural oil, Molly buys Case black designer wear. And a shiny shuriken.), it's hard not to. Schwarz kept popping into mind as well, but I'll leave that one up to you. Gibson's style reminds me of Roger Zelazny as well. It's the the "I'll write what I want, you figure it out yourself" thing, but I think Zelazny took a little more effort in explaining the terms and what really means what. (Hellooooo, Ghostwheel! All paths lead to Amber! *ish shot*) Certain phrases are pretty like heck (street samurai, cyber cowboys, neuromancer *shakes head*), but at the end of the book, I'm still not quite sure what each really means. I'm left at the end of the novel seeing neon lights, reflections off wet street and all sorts of strange characters that would fit into the GitS settings and feeling mind-fucked while in a drugged haze.
...oh yes, I'm sure that was a useful review. Right. Never did say I was eloquent. I'll just head off to bed now.
PS: I don't understand why people don't think fuschia is a funny colour. Or at least, amusing. Hell, it cracks me up everytime. Most dictionaries can't even come up with a proper description for it.
Anyway. Popped by the library yesterday and grabbed a couple of William Gibson's novels. (Because I refuse to plonk down $75+ rent for Mary Renault's Alexander trilogy. Because, ow.) Just finished his Neuromancer. Up now typing my thoughts on the thing before I start forgetting. (I would have done this in my notebook, except it's somewhere in transit and I don't feel comfortable writing in things people give me.)
The book. I love the opening line. It's like watching GitS anime play in your read, except not really. (Then again, it reads like anime in my head.) Molly keeps reminding me of Batou. With the silver lens and habits (Batou feeds the Tachikomas natural oil, Molly buys Case black designer wear. And a shiny shuriken.), it's hard not to. Schwarz kept popping into mind as well, but I'll leave that one up to you. Gibson's style reminds me of Roger Zelazny as well. It's the the "I'll write what I want, you figure it out yourself" thing, but I think Zelazny took a little more effort in explaining the terms and what really means what. (Hellooooo, Ghostwheel! All paths lead to Amber! *ish shot*) Certain phrases are pretty like heck (street samurai, cyber cowboys, neuromancer *shakes head*), but at the end of the book, I'm still not quite sure what each really means. I'm left at the end of the novel seeing neon lights, reflections off wet street and all sorts of strange characters that would fit into the GitS settings and feeling mind-fucked while in a drugged haze.
...oh yes, I'm sure that was a useful review. Right. Never did say I was eloquent. I'll just head off to bed now.
PS: I don't understand why people don't think fuschia is a funny colour. Or at least, amusing. Hell, it cracks me up everytime. Most dictionaries can't even come up with a proper description for it.