ozarque ([info]ozarque) wrote,
@ 2007-08-22 07:33:00
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Recommended link; interview with William Gibson...
Powell's Books has an excellent long interview with William Gibson, conducted by Jill Owens, titled "William Gibson Country," at http://tinyurl.com/2wx983. Enthusiastically recommended. Here's a sample, to show you the tone and flavor...

"When I was a kid, we had this huge eight-foot-tall homemade bookcase in the hallway upstairs that had decades and decades and decades of National Geographic, back to the old ones that didn't even have yellow spines. They came with the house; it had been my grandmother's house. And every night I would take a five-inch stack of those to bed and go through them. I did that from ages six to sixteen. I think that probably had some profound, unimaginable effect on me because I had this sense of all these different places, and it was almost entirely visual. I doubt that I ever read much more than the captions on the photographs."


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[info]solri
2007-08-22 02:40 pm UTC (link)
Thanks for the link. Gibson said pretty much what I guessed he'd say about his decision to start setting his books in the present - I loved the comment about how way out it would seem if he'd described the present world to a publisher a few decades ago.

And it turns out that I have the same job as Mrs Gibson.

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[info]writerwench
2007-08-22 05:01 pm UTC (link)
That reminds me of something... C.S. Lewis' description of his boyhood... let me see if I can find it. Ah, here it is.
"I am the product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also of endless books. There were books in the study, books in the drawing-room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents' interests, books readable and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not. Nothing was forbidden me. In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves..." Surprised by Joy, 1955.

There's a lot to be said for giving children free access to huge quantities of reading material.

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