books: Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson

I loop like an infinite while statement. Instead of reading new books, I can’t help being drawn back to old books read  and reread many times over.

Mona Lisa Overdrive is one of those, like really any other William Gibson’s books. and yet every time I reread a WG’s book, it’s like the first time. There are new details to be discovered, the story takes me as if this was the first time.

As I was rereading MLO, I was thinking of a movie out of this book. It would be disappointing. Movies have a way of betraying books and disappointing compared to books. Johnny Mnemonic is an example, as WG himself pointed out in a recent tweet:

William Gibson must be right. Nowadays almost everything has been turned into a movie, often with catastrophic results (like the Marvel franchise), rarely with vaguely acceptable results (like perhaps the Lord Of The Rings, although I couldn’t really say since I never read the book).

Mona Lisa Overdrive was a great read for a long Easter break, which is over today: tomorrow we are back in “prison”: back to work and back to the horrible sad usual life. No more cyberspace from tomorrow: back to the boredom of corporate real world computing.