When I read Neuromancer last time, I didn't know anything about any of this. It was less of a fiction then than now though. I was sort of in a different realm, one which discussions of "cyberspace" as it currently stand don't really take into account. Also, why did we read it? what was the point? should we have read a story instead?

maybe. To me the point of the book is the "NEURO". Neurons. Brains. the combination of "teeny, tiny filaments" in your HEAD of all things, the second most sensitive part of you besides that stuff we're not talking about right now but are attatched, with ELECTRICITY. Like a hairdryer in the bathtub. AAIIEEE!! It was kind of scary, it was definitely different. I think I must have been listening to a lot of music not recorded in digital format and that had a more visceral edge. Frying viscera.

Now it all seems a lot different. It gets boring to read yet another description of a "rush". but there it is. It had none, this time. I guess I actually tried to follow the story. I understand becca's frustration. I actually dig reading sci-fi more than watching it. I never want to see that matrix. I want it described. But to say "jack in" well, there are reasons he uses those words and clearly, Case is using the filaments in those OTHER parts....I don't want to be told how its done. Am I jacking in? I feel like I was more jacked in with a tape deck than with the web.

Some how to me, now that I know about what's going on with another space (I won't call it cyberspace, it doesn't really seem like the same thing to me now) right now, it seems that we don't have nearly enough electricity in our world to make it as hot and cold as gibson's, which is probably a good thing. Its more insidious. I wish I could explain better...Radio is kind of a good example. There's static and power in it. I think the space in Neuromancer comes from that somehow.

More about this after I do a little reading.

I don't know what it really can tell us. which is another whole thing I guess. I don't know if you can talk about identity in this novel. There's a lot of stuff that gets in the way.

But razor blades under the fingernails are another thing...