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Barcode: 9780140241075
Trade code: 1645
Category: Fiction All Books

William Gibson | Idoru

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  • William Gibson | Idoru


    Idoru - a gripping techno-thriller by William Gibson, bestselling author of Neuromancer

    '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 . . .

    William Gibson is a prophet and a satirist, a black comedian and an outstanding architect of cool. Readers of Neal Stephenson, Ray Bradbury and Iain M. Banks will love this book. Idoru is the second novel in the Bridge trilogy - read Virtual Light and All Tomorrow's Parties for more.


    'Sharp, fast, bright . . . a must' Arena

    'A classic technothriller . . . lean, evocative, tense' Wired

    'Luxuriate in prose simultaneously as hard and laconic as Elmore Leonard's and as glacially poetic as JG. Ballard's . . . an exhilarating ride' New Statesman