Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 211, William Gibson
Submitted by Blake on October 16, 2015 - 8:05am
You can tell the term still holds some magic for him, perhaps even more so now that it is passing into obsolescence. The opposite is true for cyberpunk, a neologism that haunts him to this day. On a short walk to lunch one afternoon, from the two-story mock-Tudor house where he lives with his wife, Deborah, he complained about a recent visit from a British journalist, who came to Vancouver searching for “Mr. Cyberpunk” and was disappointed to find him ensconced in a pleasantly quiet suburban patch of central Vancouver. Mr. Cyberpunk seemed wounded by having his work pigeonholed, but equally so by the insult to his home, which is quite comfortable, and his neighborhood, which is, too. “We like it quiet,” he explained.