Clute reviews Gibson’s Spook Country
Of course it’s a Clute review - look at the evidence:
“Inside the world of a Gibson novel, under the terrible Symmes sun that brands from within the skins we used to wear, readers and utterands tend to express a kind of meat-puppet digitalis, like marathon dancers unable to stop until the music kills them.”
One of a kind reviews one of a kind. I love the smell of genre in the morning.
It looks like Penguin are going to use cyberspace to promote the man who coined the phrase (but doesn’t like to talk about it), too. [Cheers, Ariel.]
