The thing I crave about Gibson's books is the density of description, the way so much information is packed into one paragraph, that if you tried to explain it to someone else, it'd take you two pages. Even his titles rock: "Burning Chrome," "Count Zero," and they're even better after you read the book. That was not so much in evidence in "Idoru," and it's completely missing in "All Tomorrow's Parties." His prose style has shifted to plain, normal writing. I guess the intent of his "compressed" style was to replicate the density of information in the world he describes, and that density just isn't there in this story. Sure, there are still the cool technologies and weapons (a low-tek disposable gun that shoots hunks of chain, from one of the former Soviet republics, giant blimps haul water from Alaska to LA) and the vision of the future world is as convincing as ever. I suppose it's a good introduction to Gibson, but if you've come from his earlier work, you'll probably be a little disappointed. Another reviewer said that the book needed more explication. To me, there's too much explanation, too much laying out of what's going on. Part of what gives Gibson's books their gritty immediacy is that the characters know, kind of, what's going on, but they know they can't control or even fully understand their world, the best they can do is try to stay alive in it. I don't know, to me it's a little like the Eric Clapton from Derik and the Dominoes and Blind Faith recording "Willie and the Hand Jive."