After-images

Gave a lecture on Richard Calder's cyberpunk novel Dead Girls today. Rather enjoy the Powerpoint leftovers from these sort of things, as they give, to those who are not there, both an incomplete picture as well as a perfect impression of how it went. (In my case, what happens when I am asked to talk about the vampiric gynoid union of perverse sexuality and late capitalism.)

A selection:








And of course, there was this wonderful fellow (Le Canard Digérateur from 1739.)

White marble and slipstream chrome, immortal crystal and burnished bronze

Behind me, the illuminated city. Searchlights swept the sky for the sheer joy of it. I imagined them thronging the plazas of white marble, orderly and alert, their bright eyes shining with enthusiasm for their floodlit avenues and silver cars.

It had all the sinister fruitiness of Hitler Youth propaganda.

(from William Gibson's "The Gernsback Continuum")