A review by silverseaslug
Idoru by William Gibson

Did not finish book. Stopped at 0%.

I stopped reading this book because it reached terminal levels of cynicism. Not the fun sort of cynicism that John Scalzi writes, but the so-edgy-its-trying-too-hard annoying cynicism that hipsters embrace. It's possible that William Gibson was reading a lot of Phillip K Dick at the time and thought "Hey, I could do that!" But instead of creating a dark, introspective mood, he just goes around his version of a near-future distopia pointing out all the stains on the rug and the burnt-out light bulbs. This book was described as "immersive", but it's like being immersed in an apartment with bad lighting, scattered with empty pill bottles and unwashed dishes, and trying to identify that awful smell while scraping rancid egg off your shoe. No thanks!

I also realized that this was the second book in a series. I doubt I'll be going back to read the first one any time soon...