“Neuromancer,” the boy said, slitting long gray eyes against the rising sun. “The lane to the land of the dead. Where you are, my friend. Marie-France, my lady, she prepared this road but her lord choked her off before I could read the book of his days. Neuro from the nerves, the silver paths. Romancer. Necromancer. I call up the dead. …”
Kaleidoscopic. Visionary. Slightly over the top.
Starts off with:
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
The world as shown in the book is not too far off from reality. I can imagine it forming right now, courtesy a whole generation of SciFi. But to have imagined it in 1984, the year Neuromancer was published, is no mean achievement.
The novel is truly a masterpiece. Hard to get into if you don’t like SciFi, but fun. I don’t like cyberpunk that much: way too grim for me usually. This book’s an exception.
Now go away and research the book yourselves. I’m bored.
PS: Is it just me, or is the cover really ugly?