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TITLES BY WILLIAM GIBSON
Neuromancer
Count Zero
Burning Chrome
Mona Lisa Overdrive
Virtual Light
Idoru
All Tomorrow’s Parties
Pattern Recognition
Spook Country
WILLIAM
GIBSON
zero
history
VIKING
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First published in the United States of America by G. P. Putnam’s Sons 2010

First published in Great Britain by Viking 2010

Copyright © William Gibson Ent. Ltd., 2010

The moral right of the author has been asserted

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental

All rights reserved

Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

ISBN: 978-0-14-196570-3

Contents
1. CABINET
2. EDGE CITY
3. SLUT’S WOOL
4. PARADOXICAL ANTAGONIST
5. THIN ON THE GROUND
6. AFTER THE GYRATORY
7. A HERF GUN IN FRITH STREET
8. CURETTAGE
9. FUCKSTICK
10. EIGENBLICH
11. UNPACKING
12. COMPLIANCE TOOL
13. MUSKRAT
14. YELLOW HELMET
15. THE DROP
16. HONOR BAR
17. HOMUNCULI
18. 140
19. PRESENCES
20. AUGMENTED
21. MINUS ONE
22. FOLEY
23. MEREDITH
24. HUNCH
25. TINFOIL
26. MOTHER RUSSIA
27. JAPANESE BASEBALL
28. WHITE PEAR TEA
29. SHIVER
30. SIGHTING
31. SECRET MACHINERIES
32. POST-ACUTE
33. BURJ
34. THE ORDER FLOW
35. DONGLE
36. VINEGAR AND BROWN PAPER
37. AJAY
38. GETTING HOTTER
39. THE NUMBER
40. ENIGMA ROTORS
41. GEAR-QUEER
42. ELVIS, GRACELAND
43. ICHINOMIYA
44. THE VERBALS
45. SHRAPNEL, SUPERSONIC
46. TORTOISESHELL AND PINSTRIPES
47. IN THE CUISINART ATRIUM
48. SHOTGUN
49. GREAT MARLBOROUGH
50. BANK-MONUMENT
51. SOMEONE
52. THE MATTER IN GREATER DETAIL
53. CRICKET
54. AIR GLOW
55. MR. WILSON
56. ALWAYS IS GENIUS
57. SOMETHING OFF THE SHELF
58. DOUCHE BAGGAGE
59. THE ART OF THE THING
60. RAY
61. FACIAL RECOGNITION
62. WAKING
63. CURLY STAYS, SLOW FOOD
64. THREAT MANAGEMENT
65. LEOPARD SKIN IN MINIATURE
66. ZIP
67. A CRUSHED MOUSE
68. HAND-EYE
69. THE GIFTING SUITE
70. DAZZLE
71. THE UGLY T-SHIRT
72. SMITHFIELD
73. THE PATCHWORK BOYFRIEND
74. MAP, TERRITORY
75. DOWN THE DARKNETS
76. GONE-AWAY GIRL
77. GREEN SCREEN
78. EL LISSITZKY
79. DUNGEON MASTER
80. FIGURES IN A LANDSCAPE
81. ON SITE
82. LONDON EYE
83. PLEASE GO
84. NEW ONE
85. TO GET A HANDLE ON IT
86. DOILIES
87. THE OTHER SIDE
THANKS:
To Susan Allison,
my editor
1. CABINET

I
nchmale hailed a cab for her, the kind that had always been black, when she’d first known this city.

Pearlescent silver, this one. Glyphed in Prussian blue, advertising something German, banking services or business software; a smoother simulacrum of its black ancestors, its faux-leather upholstery a shade of orthopedic fawn.

“Their money’s heavy,” he said, dropping a loose warm mass of pound coins into her hand. “Buys many whores.” The coins still retained the body heat of the fruit machine from which he’d deftly wrung them, almost in passing, on their way out of the King’s Something.

“Whose money?”

“My countrymen’s. Freely given.”

“I don’t need this.” Trying to hand it back.

“For the cab.” Giving the driver the address in Portman Square.

“Oh Reg,” she said, “it wasn’t that bad. I had it in money markets, most of it.”

“Bad as anything else. Call him.”

“No.”

“Call him,” he repeated, wrapped in Japanese herringbone Gore-Tex, multiply flapped and counterintuitively buckled.

He closed the cab’s door.

She watched him through the rear window as the cab pulled away. Stout and bearded, he turned now in Greek Street, a few minutes past midnight, to rejoin his stubborn protégé, Clammy of the Bollards. Back to the studio, to take up their lucrative creative struggle.

She sat back, noticing nothing at all until they passed Selfridges, the driver taking a right.

The club, only a few years old, was on the north side of Portman Square. Getting out, she paid and generously tipped the driver, anxious to be rid of Inchmale’s winnings.

Cabinet, so called; of Curiosities, unspoken. Inchmale had become a member shortly after they, the three surviving members of the Curfew, had licensed the rights to “Hard to Be One” to a Chinese automobile manufacturer. Having already produced one Bollards album in Los Angeles, and with Clammy wanting to record the next in London, Inchmale had argued that joining Cabinet would ultimately prove cheaper than a hotel. And it had, she supposed, but only if you were talking about a very expensive hotel.

She was staying there now as a paying guest. Given the state of money markets, whatever those were, and the conversations she’d been having with her accountant in New York, she knew that she should be looking for more modestly priced accommodations.

A peculiarly narrow place, however expensive, Cabinet occupied half the vertical mass of an eighteenth-century townhouse, one whose façade reminded her of the face of someone starting to fall asleep on the subway. It shared a richly but soberly paneled foyer with whatever occupied the other, westernmost, half of the building, and she’d formed a vague conviction that this must be a foundation of some kind, perhaps philanthropic in nature, or dedicated to the advancement of peace in the Middle East, however eventual. Something hushed, in any case, as it appeared to have no visitors at all.

There was nothing, on façade or door, to indicate what that might be, no more than there was anything to indicate that Cabinet was Cabinet.

She’d seen those famously identical, silver-pelted Icelandic twins in the lounge, the first time she’d gone there, both of them drinking red wine from pint glasses, something Inchmale dubbed an Irish affectation. They weren’t members, he’d made a point of noting. Cabinet’s members, in the performing arts, were somewhat less than stellar, and she assumed that that suited Inchmale just about as well as it suited her.

It was the decor that had sold Inchmale, he said, and very likely it had been. Both he and it were arguably mad.

Pushing open the door, through which one might have ridden a horse without having to duck to clear the lintel, she was greeted by Robert, a large and comfortingly chalk-striped young man whose primary task was to mind the entrance without particularly seeming to.

“Good evening, Miss Henry.”

“Good evening, Robert.”

The decorators had kept it down, here, which was to say that they hadn’t really gone publicly, ragingly, batshit insane. There was a huge, ornately carved desk, with something vaguely pornographic going on amid mahogany vines and grape clusters, at which sat one or another of the club’s employees, young men for the most part, often wearing tortoiseshell spectacles of the sort she suspected of having been carved from actual turtles.

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