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Spook Country [Secure]
eBook by William Gibson
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Tito is in his early twenties. Born in Cuba, he speaks fluent Russian, lives in one room in a NoLita warehouse, and does delicate jobs involving information transfer. Hollis Henry is an investigative journalist, on assignment from a magazine called Node. Node doesn't exist yet, which is fine; she's used to that. But it seems to be actively blocking the kind of buzz that magazines normally cultivate before they start up. Really actively blocking it. It's odd, even a little scary, if Hollis lets herself think about it much. Which she doesn't; she can't afford to. Milgrim is a junkie. A high-end junkie, hooked on prescription anti-anxiety drugs. Milgrim figures he wouldn't survive twenty-four hours if Brown, the mystery man who saved him from a misunderstanding with his dealer, ever stopped supplying those little bubble packs. What exactly Brown is up to Milgrim can't say, but it seems to be military in nature. At least, Milgrim's very nuanced Russian would seem to be a big part of it, as would breaking into locked rooms. Bobby Chombo is a "producer," and an enigma. In his day job, Bobby is a troubleshooter for manufacturers of military navigation equipment. He refuses to sleep in the same place twice. He meets no one. Hollis Henry has been told to find him. Pattern Recognition was a bestseller on every list of every major newspaper in the country, reaching #4 on the New York Times list. It was also a BookSense top ten pick, a WordStock bestseller, a best book of the year for Publishers Weekly, the Los Angeles Times, Newsday, and the Economist, and a Washington Post "rave." Spook Country is the perfect follow-up to Pattern Recognition, which was called by The Washington Post (among many glowing reviews), "One of the first authentic and vital novels of the twenty-first century."
eBook Publisher: Penguin Group/Putnam Adult
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2007
51 Reader Ratings:
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Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9781429550710
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1. WHITE LEGO Rausch," said the voice in Hollis Henry's cell. "Node," it said. She turned on the bedside lamp, illuminating the previous evening's empty can of Asahi Draft, from the Pink Dot, and her sticker-encrusted PowerBook, closed and sleeping. She envied it. "Hello, Philip." Node was her present employer, to the extent that she had one, and Philip Rausch her editor. They'd had one previous conversation, the one which had resulted in her flying to L.A. and checking into the Mondrian, but that had had much more to do with her financial situation than with any powers of persuasion on his part. Something in his intonation of the magazine's name, just now, those audible italics, suggested something she knew she'd quickly tire of. She heard Odile Richard's robot bump lightly against something, from the direction of the bathroom. "It's three there," he said. "Did I wake you?" "No," she lied. Odile's robot was made of Lego, white Lego exclusively, with some odd number of black-tired white plastic wheels underneath, and what she assumed were solar power cells screwed across its back. She could hear it moving patiently, however randomly, across the carpet of her room. Could you buy white-only Lego? It looked right at home here, where lots of things were white. Nice contrast with the Aegean-blue table legs. "They're ready to show you his best piece," Rausch said. "When?" "Now. She's waiting for you at her hotel. The Standard." Hollis knew the Standard. It was carpeted in royal-blue Astroturf. Whenever she went there she felt as though she were the oldest living thing in the building. There was a sort of giant terrarium, behind the registration desk, in which ethnically ambiguous bikini-girls sometimes lay as if sunning themselves, or studying large, profusely illustrated textbooks. "Have you taken care of the billing here, Philip? When I checked in, they still had it on my card." "It's been taken care of." She didn't believe him. "Do we have a deadline on this story yet?" "No." Rausch sucked his teeth, somewhere in a London she couldn't be bothered imagining. "The launch has been rolled back. August." Hollis had yet to meet anyone from Node, or anyone else who was writing for them. A European version of Wired, it seemed, though of course they never put it that way. Belgian money, via Dublin, offices in London—or, if not offices, then at least this Philip. Who sounded to her as though he were seventeen. Seventeen and with his sense of humor surgically excised. "Plenty of time," she said, not certain what she meant, but thinking, however obliquely, of her bank balance. "She's waiting for you." "Okay." She closed her eyes and clamshelled her phone. Could you, she wondered, be staying in this hotel and technically still be considered homeless? It felt like you could, she decided. Copyright © 2007 by William Gibson Ent. Ltd.
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