Pattern Recognition by William Gibson. Well, he’s really, really good. I knew that. It’s his best book since Neuromancer. The blurb from gaiman on the back cover tells me as much (he’s right.) I’m not really sure what to say about this book. Everything seems so weak in comparison to it itself. It’s incredibly good. That will have to suffice lest I go on and on ad infinitum. I do wanted to point out how it’s strange/scary/freaky that Gibson now finds the present suitably “Gibsonesque” and can now use it as a setting for his novels.