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William Gibson Biography

William Ford Gibson (born March 17, 1948) is a Canadian-American speculative fiction writer and essayist widely credited with pioneering the science fiction subgenre known as cyberpunk. Beginning his writing career in the late 1970s, his early works were noir, near-future stories that explored the effects of technology, cybernetics, and computer networks on humans—a "combination of lowlife and high tech"—and helped to create an iconography for the information age before the ubiquity of the Internet in the 1990s. Gibson notably coined the term "cyberspace" in his short story "Burning Chrome" (1982) and later popularized the concept in his acclaimed debut novel Neuromancer (1984). These early works have been credited with "renovating" science fiction literature after it had fallen largely into insignificance in the 1970s.

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The future is here - it just has not been uniformly distributed.

Distributed, Future, Uniformly

I loved the Limey [movie]! It's so violent! And yet it's so exquisitely romanticized in a sort of Japanese way, it's a samurai film. Coming out of that, I was really deeply conflicted, because a friend who had seen it said, it's beautiful, but it's not about anything. it's one micron thick.

Beautiful, Conflicted, Friend, Samurai, Sort, Way

The future is already upon us, it is just unevenly distributed.

Already, Change, Distributed, Future, Unevenly

I can't imagine writing a book without some strong female characters, unless that was a demand of the setting.

Book, Female, Strong, Writing

I worry about what we'll do in the future, [about the instantaneous co-opting of pop culture]. Where is our new stuff going to come from?

Culture, Future, Instantaneous, Stuff, Worry

I've gone to big stadium rock concerts at some artist's invitation, and there's this invariable, fascinating and rather sad situation of concentric circles of availability. There are Green Rooms within Green Rooms literally within Green Rooms. There are seven or eight degrees of exclusivity, and within each circle of exclusivity, everyone is so happy to be there, and they don't know that the next level exists.

Artist, Availability, Circles, Degrees, Exclusivity

I don't always like writing, but I very much like having written.

Having, Like, Writing, Written

My dream scenario would be that you could go into a bookshop, examine copies of every book in print that they're able to offer, then for a fee have them produce in a minute or two a beautiful finished copy in a dust jacket that you would pay for and take home.

Beautiful, Book, Copies, Dream, Minute, Print

There's violence in my culture [from America's South].

America, Culture, Violence

This perpetual toggling between nothing being new, under the sun, and everything having very recently changed, absolutely, is perhaps the central driving tension of my work.

Changed, Driving, Perpetual, Sun, Tension

The designers [of the 1930s] were populists, you see; they were trying to give the public what it wanted. What the public wanted was the future.

Architecture, Give, Giving, Public, See, Trying

I guess Twitter is the first thing that has been attractive to me as social media. I never felt the least draw to Facebook or MySpace. I've been involved anonymously in some tiny listservs, mainly in my ceaseless quest for random novelty, and sometimes while doing something that more closely resembles research.

Closely, Guess, Media, Novelty, Quests, Research

If you’re fifteen or so, today, I suspect that you inhabit a sort of endless digital Now, a state of atemporality enabled by our increasingly efficient communal prosthetic memory. I also suspect that you don’t know it, because, as anthropologists tell us, one cannot know one’s own culture.

Culture, Efficient, Enabled, Fifteen, Increasingly, Memories

I think that I've always written about things that are very personal, but initially, I coded everything. I buried everything under layers and layers and layers of code, but the signifiers of my emotionality were there for me. I knew where the magnets were, behind the gyprock, and the magnets were very powerful. I think they had to be powerful for me, otherwise the reader wouldn't have a reciprocal experience.

Code, Layers, Powerful, Reciprocal, Thinking, Written

A snappy label and a manifesto would have been two of the very last things on my own career want list. That label enabled mainstream science fiction to safely assimilate our dissident influence, such as it was. Cyberpunk could then be embraced and given prizes and patted on the head, and genre science fiction could continue unchanged.

Careers, Fiction, Lists, Safely, Science, Two

You know what your trouble is? You're the kind who always reads the handbook. Anything people build, any kind of technology, it's going to have some specific purpose. It's for doing something that somebody already understands. But if it's new technology, it'll open areas nobody's ever thought of before. You read the manual, man, and you won't play around with it, not the same way. And you get all funny when somebody else uses it to do something you never thought of.

Handbook, Men, Play, Reads, Somebody, Technology

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

Eye, Light, Mind

When I was a child, science fiction was the first source I've found for information. Science fiction was a very very low cultural stream in those days. It was completly below the radar and no one bothered to censurate it.

Children, Fiction, Information, Radar, Source, Stream

I've always been interested in people who aren't from anywhere in particular. I think it's all melting. This has been true for as long as I can remember in my adult life.

Life, Long, Melting, People, Think, Thinking

You could have sex relatively comfortably on a platform of books, but not on a platform of PDA. s. Hardcover books. Paperbacks might start sliding around. Though I. d still prefer paperbacks to a pile of PDA. s.

Book, Hardcover, Pda, Relatively, Sex

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