Quelques extraits (le dernier est un joli constat) :
â€œPolitics has, like, jacked itself up to my level of weirdness,â€ Gibson acknowledges. â€œI can work with this,â€ he says, thinking of recent turns of events. â€œI like the sheer sort of neo-Stalinist denial of reality. That’s what makes it work. It’s interesting. I’d like to see it get less interesting. But I don’t know that it necessarily will.â€
Gibson is the man who, after all, in the late ’80s observed, â€œThe future is already here; it’s just not evenly distributed.â€
â€œWhen I wrote ‘Neuromancer’ â€ almost 25 years ago, he says, â€œcyberspace was there, and we were here. In 2007, what we no longer bother to call cyberspace is here, and those increasingly rare moments of nonconnectivity are there. And that’s the difference. There’s no scarlet-tinged dawn on which we rise and look out the window and go, ‘Oh my God, it’s all cyberspace now.’ â€
Gibson says: â€œOne of the biggest technologically driven changes in my writing is the awareness that every text today has a kind of spectral quasi-hypertext surrounding it.â€
â€œGoogle is the piÃ¨ce de rÃ©sistance of weird [stuff] finding,â€ he says. â€œOne of the things I’ve been doing in the eBay era — I’ve become a really keen observer of the rationalization of the world’s attic. Every class of human artifact is being sorted and rationalized by this economically driven machine that constantly turns it over and brings it to a higher level of searchability. . . . The tentacles of that operation extend into every flea market and thrift shop and basement and attic in the world. . . .
â€Every hair is being numbered — eBay has every grain of sand. EBay is serving this very, very powerful function which nobody ever intended for it. EBay in the hands of humanity is sorting every last Dick Tracy wrist radio cereal premium sticker that ever existed. It’s like some sort of vast unconscious curatorial movement.
â€œEvery toy I had as a child that haunted me, I’ve been able to see on eBay. The soft squeezy rubber frog with red shorts that made ‘eek eek’ noise until that part fell out. I found Froggy after some effort on eBay, and I found out that Froggy was made in 1948 and where he was made and what he was made of. I saw his box, which I’d long forgotten. I didn’t have to buy Froggy, but I saved the jpegs. So I’ve got Froggy in my computer.
â€This is new. People in really small towns can become world-class connoisseurs of something via eBay and Google. This didn’t used to be possible. If you are sufficiently obsessive and diligent, you can be a little kid in some town in the backwoods of Tennessee and the world’s premier info-monster about some tiny obscure area of stuff. That used to require a city. It no longer does.â€œ
Cette derniÃ¨re citation est fondamentale, elle rÃ©sume la force d’internet et ses implications sociales.