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The Peripheral by William Gibson is a thrilling new novel about two intertwined futures, from the bestselling author of Neuromancer
Flynne Fisher lives down a country road, in a rural near-future America where jobs are scarce, unless you count illegal drug manufacture, which she's keen to avoid. Her brother Burton lives, or tries to, on money from the Veterans Association, in compensation for neurological damage suffered in a Marines elite unit. Flynne earns what she can by assembling product at the local 3D printshop. She used to make more as a combat scout in an online game, playing for a rich man, but she's had to let the shooter games go.
Wilf Netherton lives in London, seventy-some years later, on the far side of decades of slow-motion apocalypse. Things are pretty good now, for the haves, and there aren't many have-nots left. Wilf, a high-powered publicist and celebrity-minder, fancies himself as a romantic misfit in a society where reaching into the past is just another hobby.
Burton's been moonlighting online, secretly working security in some game prototype, a virtual world that looks vaguely like London, but a lot weirder. He's got his sister taking over shifts, promised her the game's not a shooter. Still, the crime Flynne witnesses there is plenty bad.
Flynne and Wilf are about to meet one another. Her world will be altered utterly, irrevocably, and Wilf's, for all its decadence and power, will learn that some of these third-world types from the past can be badass.
15 pages, Audible Audio
First published October 24, 2014
Muddle (mŭd′l): n. A disordered condition; a mess or jumble. v. To think, act, or proceed in a confused or aimless manner.True to Gibsons’s MO The Peripheral begins with the reader dropped into a familiar world but a step or two forward technolgy-wise from today. He liberally introduces new tech and lingo, none of which he explains, expecting the reader to figure it out. The writing is short and punchy. The plot moves quickly. Every 5-50 pages you encounter a orphan sentence or two that reads like a remnant excised from the final copy that makes no sense at all in it's current placement.