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Idoru
Paperback / softback
Main Details
Title |
Idoru
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Authors and Contributors |
By (author) William Gibson
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Series | Bridge |
Physical Properties |
Format:Paperback / softback | Pages:304 | Dimensions(mm): Height 198,Width 129 |
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Category/Genre | Modern and contemporary fiction (post c 1945) |
ISBN/Barcode |
9780241953525
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Classifications | Dewey:813.6 |
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Publishing Details |
Publisher |
Penguin Books Ltd
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Imprint |
Penguin Books Ltd
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Publication Date |
28 July 2011 |
Publication Country |
United Kingdom
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Description
'Fast, witty and cleverly politicized' Guardian Tokyo, post-event- After an attack of scruples, Colin Laney's skipped out on his former employer Slitscan - avoiding the rash of media lawyers sent his way - and taken a job for the outfit managing Japanese rock duo, Lo/Rez. Rez has announced he's going to marry an 'idoru' by the name of Rei Toi - she exists only in virtual reality - and this creates complications that Laney, a net runner, is supposed to sort out. But when Chai, part of Lo/Rez's fan club, turns up unaware that she's carrying illegal nanoware for the Russian Kombinat, Laney's scruples nudge him towards trouble all over again. And this time lawyers'll be the least of his worries . . . 'Sharp, fast, bright . . . a must' Arena 'A classic technothriller . . . lean, evocative, tense' Wired
Author Biography
'Since 1948' Gene Wolfe once said that being an only child whose parents are dead is like being the sole survivor of drowned Atlantis. There was a whole civilization there, an entire continent, but it's gone. And you alone remember. That's my story too, my father having died when I was six, my mother when I was eighteen. Brian Aldiss believes that if you look at the life of any novelist, you'll find an early traumatic break, and mine seems no exception. I was born on the coast of South Carolina, where my parents liked to vacation when there was almost nothing there at all. My father was in some sort of middle management position in a large and growing construction company. They'd built some of the Oak Ridge atomic facilities, and paranoiac legends of 'security' at Oak Ridge were part of our family culture. There was a cigar-box full of strange-looking ID badges he'd worn there. But he'd done well at Oak Ridge, evidently, and so had the company he worked for, and in the postwar South they were busy building entire red brick Levittown-style suburbs. We moved a lot, following these projects, and he was frequently away, scouting for new ones. It was a world of early television, a new Oldsmobile with crazy rocket-ship styling, toys with science fiction themes. Then my father went off on one more business trip. He never came back. He choked on something in a rest
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