Erudite as I might pretend to be, there are some glaring gaps in my knowledge. I attended a community college for a couple years after high school, but I never really went to university or acquired a degree. Mostly, that only bothers me when I spend time with my resume, but sometimes there are subjects that I just don’t know much about. I really don’t know much about philosophy, so when I got my hands on a copy of Nigel Warburton’s A Little History of Philosophy, I decided to dig in and learn a few things.
I discovered William Gibson back in the eighties. I honestly don’t remember the year, but I was still of a tender and impressionable age. I devoured Neuromancer and many of the books that followed. I’ve drifted away from his most recent novels, but lately I have been following him on twitter and he provides a window into all kinds of interesting cultural observations. So, as his latest book is a collection of short essays and quasi-journalistic works, I figured that I should give it a try and see what I thought.
World Without Us came out years ago. I was interested in it at the time, being the big fan of apocalypse fiction that I am, but intimidated by the fact that it was non-fiction. I don’t read a lot of non-fiction, or watch much in the way of documentary for that matter. Lately though, I’ve been thinking about doing a bit of writing of my own, so I decided to get off my duff and give it a read for a bit of research. I’m glad that I finally read it, but this book makes me mad. It’s made me angry enough to punch people in the face and burn down their shit.