William Gibson profiled in The New Yorker

In the December 9, 2019 issue of The New Yorker, Joshua Rothman profiles one of the most influential authors in recent decades, William Gibson.

Gibson doesn't have a name for his method; he knows only that it isn't about prediction. It proceeds, instead, from a deep engagement with the present. When Gibson was starting to write, in the late nineteen-seventies, he watched kids playing games in video arcades and noticed how they ducked and twisted, as though they were on the other side of the screen. The Sony Walkman had just been introduced, so he bought one; he lived in Vancouver, and when he explored the city at night, listening to Joy Division, he felt as though the music were being transmitted directly into his brain, where it could merge with his perceptions of skyscrapers and slums. His wife, Deborah, was a graduate student in linguistics who taught E.S.L. He listened to her young Japanese students talk about Vancouver as though it were a backwater; Tokyo must really be something, he thought. He remembered a weeping ambulance driver in a bar, saying, "She flatlined." On a legal pad, Gibson tried inventing words to describe the space behind the screen; he crossed out "infospace" and "dataspace" before coming up with "cyberspace." He didn't know what it might be, but it sounded cool, like something a person might explore even though it was dangerous.

(Image: William Gibson by Fri(C)di(C)ric Poirot , CC-BY)