Zusatztext Both exhilarating and terrifying . . . Although considered the master of 'cyberpunk' science fiction! William Gibson is also one fine suspense writer. People A stunner . . . A terrifically stylish burst of kick-butt imagination. Entertainment Weekly Convincing . . . frightening . . . Virtual Light is written with a sense of craft! a sense of humor and a sense of the ultimate seriousness of the problems it explores. Chicago Tribune In the emerging pop culture of the information age! Gibson is the brightest star. The San Diego Union-Tribune Informationen zum Autor William Gibson Klappentext NEW YORK TIMES bestseller • 2005: Welcome to NoCal and SoCal, the uneasy sister-states of what used to be California. The millennium has come and gone, leaving in its wake only stunned survivors. In Los Angeles, Berry Rydell is a former armed-response rentacop now working for a bounty hunter. Chevette Washington is a bicycle messenger turned pickpocket who impulsively snatches a pair of innocent-looking sunglasses. But these are no ordinary shades. What you can see through these high-tech specs can make you rich-or get you killed. Now Berry and Chevette are on the run, zeroing in on the digitalized heart of DatAmerica, where pure information is the greatest high. And a mind can be a terrible thing to crash. . . . Praise for Virtual Light "Both exhilarating and terrifying . . . Although considered the master of 'cyberpunk' science fiction, William Gibson is also one fine suspense writer."-People "A stunner . . . A terrifically stylish burst of kick-butt imagination."-Entertainment Weekly "Convincing . . . frightening . . . Virtual Light is written with a sense of craft, a sense of humor and a sense of the ultimate seriousness of the problems it explores."-Chicago Tribune "In the emerging pop culture of the information age, Gibson is the brightest star."-The San Diego Union-Tribune Zusammenfassung NEW YORK TIMES bestseller • 2005: Welcome to NoCal and SoCal! the uneasy sister-states of what used to be California . The millennium has come and gone! leaving in its wake only stunned survivors. In Los Angeles! Berry Rydell is a former armed-response rentacop now working for a bounty hunter. Chevette Washington is a bicycle messenger turned pickpocket who impulsively snatches a pair of innocent-looking sunglasses. But these are no ordinary shades. What you can see through these high-tech specs can make you richor get you killed. Now Berry and Chevette are on the run! zeroing in on the digitalized heart of DatAmerica! where pure information is the greatest high. And a mind can be a terrible thing to crash. . . . Praise for Virtual Light Both exhilarating and terrifying . . . Although considered the master of 'cyberpunk' science fiction! William Gibson is also one fine suspense writer. People A stunner . . . A terrifically stylish burst of kick-butt imagination. Entertainment Weekly Convincing . . . frightening . . . Virtual Light is written with a sense of craft! a sense of humor and a sense of the ultimate seriousness of the problems it explores. Chicago Tribune In the emerging pop culture of the information age! Gibson is the brightest star. The San Diego Union-Tribune ...

Autorentext

William Gibson

Klappentext

NEW YORK TIMES bestseller • 2005: Welcome to NoCal and SoCal, the uneasy sister-states of what used to be California.

The millennium has come and gone, leaving in its wake only stunned survivors. In Los Angeles, Berry Rydell is a former armed-response rentacop now working for a bounty hunter. Chevette Washington is a bicycle messenger turned pickpocket who impulsively snatches a pair of innocent-looking sunglasses. But these are no ordinary shades. What you can see through these high-tech specs can make you rich-or get you killed. Now Berry and Chevette are on the run, zeroing in on the digitalized heart of DatAmerica, where pure information is the greatest high. And a mind can be a terrible thing to crash. . . .

Praise for Virtual Light

"Both exhilarating and terrifying . . . Although considered the master of 'cyberpunk' science fiction, William Gibson is also one fine suspense writer."-People

"A stunner . . . A terrifically stylish burst of kick-butt imagination."-Entertainment Weekly

"Convincing . . . frightening . . . Virtual Light is written with a sense of craft, a sense of humor and a sense of the ultimate seriousness of the problems it explores."-Chicago Tribune

"In the emerging pop culture of the information age, Gibson is the brightest star."-The San Diego Union-Tribune

Zusammenfassung
NEW YORK TIMES bestseller • 2005: Welcome to NoCal and SoCal, the uneasy sister-states of what used to be California.

The millennium has come and gone, leaving in its wake only stunned survivors. In Los Angeles, Berry Rydell is a former armed-response rentacop now working  for a bounty hunter. Chevette Washington is a  bicycle messenger turned pickpocket who impulsively  snatches a pair of innocent-looking sunglasses. But  these are no ordinary shades. What you can see  through these high-tech specs can make you rich—or  get you killed. Now Berry and Chevette are on the  run, zeroing in on the digitalized heart of  DatAmerica, where pure information is the greatest high.  And a mind can be a terrible thing to crash. . . . 

Praise for Virtual Light

“Both exhilarating and terrifying . . . Although considered the master of 'cyberpunk' science fiction, William Gibson is also one fine suspense writer.”—People

“A stunner . . . A terrifically stylish burst of kick-butt imagination.”—Entertainment Weekly

“Convincing . . . frightening . . . Virtual Light is written with a sense of craft, a sense of humor and a sense of the ultimate seriousness of the problems it explores.”—Chicago Tribune

“In the emerging pop culture of the information age, Gibson is the brightest star.”—The San Diego Union-Tribune

Leseprobe
The courier presses his forehead against layers of glass, argon, high-impact plastic. He watches a gunship traverse the city’s middle distance like a hunting wasp, death slung beneath its thorax in a smooth black pod.
 
Hours earlier, missiles have fallen in a northern suburb; seventy-three dead, the kill as yet unclaimed. But here the mirrored ziggurats down Lázaro Cárdenas flow with the luminous flesh of giants, shunting out the night’s barrage of dreams to the waiting avenidas—business as usual, world without end.
 
The air beyond the window touches each source of light with a faint hepatic corona, a tint of jaundice edging imperceptibly into brownish translucence. Fine dry flakes of fecal snow, billowing in from the sewage flats, have lodged in the lens of night.
 
Closing his eyes, he centers himself in the background hiss of climate-control. He imagines himself in Tokyo, this room in some new wing of the old Imperial. He sees himself in the streets of Chiyoda-ku, beneath the sighing trains. Red paper lanterns line a narrow lane.
 
He opens his eyes.
 
Mexico City is still there.
 
The eight empty bottles, plastic miniatures, are carefully aligned with the edge of the coffee table: a Japanese vodka, Come Back Salmon, its name more irritating than its lingering aftertaste.
 
On the screen above the console, the ptichka await him, all in a creamy frieze. When he takes up the remote, their high sharp cheekbones twist in the space behind his eyes. Their young men, invariably entering from behind, wear black leather gloves. Slavic faces, calling up unwanted fragments of a childhood: the reek of a b…