I defenestrated Idoru, by William Gibson, though I really, really wanted to love it, because my then-supervisor cherished him so that while not steampunking the dirt in the yards forth and back of her large tippy house or smoking before early in a side yellow nook, she busily bid on his blue pencils and won. The me I imagine in her poring over that copy flips author/editor/author/editor and recites to the typeset the fastest litany, Agree. Disagree. Agree. Agree. And the other eye and the other hand meanwhile impatiently reads whatever novels are there, in only one sitting.
What other books have I defenestrated?
It is such a dramatic and pleasing event: revulsion, frustration, culmination, too much, decision, fling, cleared, sails, arcing, freed, breeze–or blackwater air dampened dark, even more sound because wilt, melt, decompose, fuse, settle, mulch, compost, wet in a way that never will dry, scapegoated, displaying revulsion all over again to passersby who falsestep too near. Maybe stained in semen? disgorged by a beast? somehow used to bludgeon? buried bodies?
What else has cleared the sill, or sailed into the dark-grown mouth just glimpsed in the night off of balconies? The only titles I recall choreographing thus are The Celestine Prophecy and The Da Vinci Code. So, no, never read them. Don’t know if they’re good.
Why is it de-fenestration instead of ab-fenestration? Any word with ‘ab-‘ in it is fab. It is still a great word, though.
I think “de-” gives the sense of removing the object in question from the window, so that it descends down and away, as opposed to merely sending the object away from the window.
First, I had to look up defenestrated. Then, I concluded you didn’t like it. Well, can’t argue with your assessment too too much. Gibson is often inaccessible, he’s often anticlimactic, but always the story seems to come through in the subtext and sort of novel ideas he proposes. In this one, he predicted the emergence of sentient personalities with the whole craze over holographic tv hosts in Japan (just did a post about that btw, in reference to the Tupac appearance at Coachella). The other was the prediction that data mining would become a sort of big business ticket, thanks to the emergence of the internet. With so much data available, people who could surf the patterns and determine the nexus points (nodal points, he called them) where events in real-life intersect and made evident by a convergence of digital signatures, would become invaluable.
Wow, thanks. I’ll have to get another copy, since mine melted under a thatch of bamboo.
The idea of sentience as something that can be potentially projected onto an icon or character is extremely interesting to me, especially as an expression of the constant fear/desire struggle with the Other–how might such projections affect innovations in AI, for example. Have you by any chance seen this yet?
I had not! But I am looking forward to the premier. I loved Alien and just about anything Ridley Scott ever did, at least in the realm of sci-fi.