Neuromancer
William Gibson, 1984
Επιστημονική φαντασία Οικονομία και επιχειρήσειςΙστορίαΣύγχρονη πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος, λαχτάρα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για τη μνήμη και την ταυτότητα.
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A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he’d taken and the corners he’d cut in Night City, and still he’d see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void....The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he’d cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn’t there. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Neuromancer»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος, λαχτάρα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για τη μνήμη και την ταυτότητα.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Neuromancer»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Neuromancer», δοκίμασε «Ready Player One» (Ernest Cline), «The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue» (V.E. Schwab) και «Fight Club» (Chuck Palahniuk).
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What a sitcom family can give a kid who has none.
Sitting alone in the dark, watching the show on my laptop, I always found myself imagining that I lived in that warm, well-lit house, and that those smiling, understanding people were my family. That there was nothing so wrong in the world that we couldn’t sort it out by the end of a single half-hour episode (or maybe a two-parter, if it was something really serious).
Ready Player One · Ernest Cline
The difference between being remembered and being known.
Last night, she told him hers was Jess. She lied, but only because she can’t say her real name—one of the vicious little details tucked like nettles in the grass. Hidden barbs designed to sting. What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind? She has learned to step between the thorny weeds, but there are some cuts that cannot be avoided—a memory, a photograph, a name.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue · V.E. Schwab
The night has no floor. There is only the sound of your own thoughts.
I come dragging in with every muscle bruised inside and out, but my heart’s still racing and my thoughts are a tornado in my head. This is insomnia. All night, your thoughts are on the air. All night long, you’re thinking: Am I asleep? Have I slept?
Fight Club · Chuck Palahniuk
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