My first-ever brush with Bruce Sterling was as a teenager in Oregon, in a secondhand copy of William Gibson’s Burning Chrome. In a few pages of introductory text, Sterling deftly deflated the kinds of ’70s science fiction I’d taken to enjoying, thanking Gibson for “drawing a bead on the shambling figure of the SF tradition” — apocalypses, fantasies, space operas. I was a little hurt, a little angry, but as I flipped through the first few pages of “Johnny Mnemonic,” I started thinking he might be right.
Some years later, I’m not sure I still agree with him about the mid-century SF doldrums he thought Gibson solved, but it set a pattern. Bruce Sterling would write something provocative, needling — taking aim at the...
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