A disruption of a perfect pattern is more beautiful than absolute regularity, so they say.
So when I'm immersed in a work (on the train, I squint at words in my palm, on my Palm), I should be grateful for any intensification of the work. How ironic that the author himself should break the spell of literary virtual reality.
Gahh, he's spoiled it, now I know they're Moscow-bound before too long, probably in search of the mysterious Auteur behind The Footage.
Good book this (*), really fine writing. Somewhat Amis-like (you know I like Amis, like). So many levels of realising that the author has expressed a feeling, a context or a syndrome exactly as you were about to articulate it yourself, only in a more surprising way.
Not as good as the film. Until they make the film, that is, which then won't be as good as the book.
* : Pattern Recogntion, William Gibson.