The Problem With Procrastination

In the bookstore this weekend lay copies of "Pattern Recognition" by William Gibson, whose "Neuromancer" in the '80s brought us the advent of a dystopian futurist literature known as cyberpunk. (While I liked "Neuromancer" a lot, I liked "Mona Lisa Overdrive" better.)

I almost picked Gibson's novel up, but I was on a mission, seeking out a copy of Robert Ludlum's "The Bourne Identity" instead.

Lo, Gibson has a new novel out: "Spook Country."

Tonight, the author was reading at the Union Square Barnes & Noble. Had I not procrastinated on some other work, I would have gone.

Instead, I'm reviewing award entries.