Here's killing three birds with that lone proverbial stone.
Hot on the heels of the international release of Gibson's latest novel Spook Country (see the last post on Aug 1), a day after Singapore's 42nd year of independence, and on the day I turn 23, I dig up a gem from the vaults of Wired.com - what if a cyberpunk guru did a travel diary on Singapore?
Hit it up here
. Like my brother quipped, Singapore's come a long way from 1993, but Gibson's smuggled some kickass phrases past the MICA
censors that make me chuckle.
He complains that music stores have been "vetted by Mormon missionaries", and shudders to report that Singapore is "all infrastructure". Gibson acutally gets a pretty good (albiet truncated) angle on the pervasive government control from dating to outdoor dining, and (in a pleasant surprise) for an angmoh
baby boomer, he actually manages to wield Singlish with the seh
of any government-educated middle-class kid.
Now 10 years on, as I type this blogpost via the high-speed government-sanctioned
broadband pipeline that Gibson himself cast a typically dystopian doubt upon, I'll finish with this: yes, it is possible to "flourish through the active repression of free expression", because man doesn't live on bread (or free expression) alone.
Sadly, man doesn't live on peace, progress, or prosperity, either.