My life is full at the moment. More work than I can shake a stick with, politics galore at Penumbra. Sleeping less than 6 hours a night, and fighting terminal exhaustion at each turn. So this morning, after an unsuccessful lie-in, I thought "sod it", and looked at the pile of 'feel good' purchased from Amazon that came in this week.
Top of the pile were a number of William Gibsons. William Gibson predicted the fully connected, immersive internet as we know it now, back in the early '80s. I still owe Uncle Rick a debt of gratitude for pointing me at Neurmancer, so long ago.
So with a guily thill, I dive in. And wow. Pattern Reconition is amazing. An updated Mona Lisa Overdrive for the post 9-11 crowd. Slightly dated in terms of technology - this one isnt meant to be science fiction.
The precis is that the hero of the story - Cayce - is a marketing freelancer, and strangely allergic to trademarks. Something I can identify with - and sucked into a plot by the super-rich to find something. The something is a number of still images from a literally fractured brain.. And thanks to chance encounter along the way, and the mysterious channelling of her dead father - she manages to find the maker..
The sign of a really good book is that strange disorientated feel of achievement and connection at the end - something I've missed for too long. Well, since the last Le Carre, at least.