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on 2 March 2017
A fitting end(?) To the series. More nodal theory, more Bigend, more odd pattern spotting humans. All wrapped up in Gibson's descriptive, eloquent style and his eye for imaginative detail.

Definitely try to read these in order. And the Bridge trilogy would be a good accompaniment. The ideas in that series closely match this one.
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VINE VOICEon 11 November 2010
Only 3 stars for this I'm afraid. I'm a massive fan of Gibson's (ground-breaking) SF work, but I haven't much liked the Blue Ant novels (Pattern Recognition and Spook County) and this is the weakest of the trilogy. Set in contemporary London it follows Hollis Henry and Milgrim (both of whom appear in Spook County, but this book can be read standalone) as they follow the trail of iconic new fashion at the behest of the enigmatic Hubertus Bigend.
I thought the English stuff was fairly well done in terms of location and dialect, but the plot didn't really engage me and I found it somewhat confusing at times. There is something (big) that Bigend really wants, but it's hidden away and almost inconsequential.
Having said that there is some excellent writing: "[The Neo phone]....was also prone to something Sleight called "kernel panic" which caused it to freeze and need to be restarted, a condition Milgrim himself had been instantly inclined to identify with."; "Milgrim....was caught in some frustrating loop of semi-sleep, slow and circular, in which exhaustion swung him slowly out, toward where sleep should surely have been, then overshot the mark somehow..."; And my favourite: "These were, she gathered, private internets, unlicensed and unpoliced, and Garreth had once remarked that, as with dark matter and the universe, the darknets were probably the bulk of the thing, were there any way to accurately measure them."
And there are good ideas - not so much the fashion stuff for me, but the "Order Flow" is clever and the idea of the hideous T-shirt having an impact on surveillance is wonderful - although both of these ideas are credited to others in the acknowledgements.

Ultimately the book just didn't engage me and I wondered if Gibson was trying to say something about society by deliberately writing in this almost dreamlike manner - if so it went over my head.

I'll probably still buy every novel he writes still, but a fairly disappointing end to a so-so trilogy. Maybe he'll return to SF - I do hope so.
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on 1 September 2010
It's an idea, when reading William Gibson novels, to have access to Google. For example, do you know what 'Piblokto Madness' is? And how many motorcycle courier repair workshops do you know in Southwark? (Tip: google ChasBikes and look for the legendary moustache). Do you know what a 'maggot' is in motorcycle courier terms (google 'plastic maggot'). Then again, Bigend claims to be the 'Tanky' in 'Tanky & Tojo' but, before taking this at face value, just try googling Tanky & Tojo - found it? Two World War II SAS heroes, the former becoming one of the most feared Met CID officers in Soho. Coincidence? Yeah, right.

So, what we have here is a virtual potpourri of cultural, subcultural and emergent cultural references all tied together in a narrative that finally arrives at a pretty satisfying and, unusually, funny denouement. It's good.

But it is more than just a ripping techno-yarn. For a start, Gibson's writing is so condensed and concentrated that you have to keep your wits (as well as your Google) about you at all times. It is also incredibly evocative:

"Inchmale hailed a cab for her, the kind that had always been black, when she'd first known this city". (P 1)

So the book opens, in London (the cab), one familiar character, one we can hazard a guess at.

This is the third novel featuring the wonderful Hubertus Bigend, that James Bond-ian childlike villain that we first met in 'Pattern Recognition'. He is rather more obviously the central figure here. Still in charge of Blue Ant, the marketing company on the edge of post-modernist melt-down:

"That Hubertus erects his life, and his business, in a way guaranteed to continually take him over the edge. Guaranteed to produce a new edge he'll have to go over". (P 176-7)

In this post-modernist world, where all narratives purport to have the same value, where we have reached the cliched 'End of History', we end up with no values, just searching for a new novelty, a new form of novelty:

"Its about atemporality. About opting out of the industrialisation of novelty. It's about deeper code" (P 116).

So what is he after? Well, ostensibly, he's after the 'secret brand'. If everything is equivalent, if everything is marketed, how do you stamp your individuality? By selecting a secret brand. A brand whose marketing is based on non-marketing, on a 'wink and a nod'. And the conflation of fashion and military wear:

"If a great deal of men's clothing today is descended from U.S. military designs, and it is, and the U.S. military is having trouble living up to their heritage, and they are, someone whose genius in some recombinant grasp of the semiotics of mass-produced American clothing...Foolish not to look at the possibilities. In any case, it's getting hot now". (P 197)

Is that it? Is that all there is? Well, no. It turns out Bigend is after something even bigger:

"The 'order flow' - 'It's the aggregate of all the orders in the market. Everything anyone is about to buy or sell, all of it. Stocks, bonds, gold, anything. If I understood him, that information exists, at any given moment, but there's no aggregator. It exists, constantly, but is unknowable. If someone were able to aggregate that, the market would cease to be real' (P 177)

Is this the 'invisible hand of the market'? - market as chaos, only given structure as it 'becomes'.

"The market is the inability to aggregate the order flow at any given moment." (p 177).

At 404 pages, this is probably Gibson's longest book to date. It's so full of fine detail, thought-provoking ideas, condensed metaphors and great characters that you'll wish it was longer. There are one or two excellent surprises in it too - but they do rather rely on you having read 'Pattern Recognition' and 'Spook Country' - this is far more the final part of a trilogy than the 'Sprawl' books were.

Excellent - well worth waiting for. Thank-you again Mr Gibson :-)
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TOP 500 REVIEWERon 30 August 2010
Zero History is the third of Gibson's books to feature the Blue Ant ad agency and continues to explore issues of branding, marketing, technology and cutting edge cool in a fast moving and entertaining thriller.

It's almost obligatory when writing anything about William Gibson to recall that in an earlier short story, he invented the term 'cyberspace'. Gibson remains at the cutting edge of what is 'cool. Like most of his books, Zero History is a thriller, but at its core are issues surrounding technology, how we interact with it, branding and marketing. It would be easy to criticise much of his content as being too shallow and concerned with 'nothing' - but then that's part of his point.

Gibson also has a history of writing in trilogies - and this is indeed the third of his books to deal with the mysterious Blue Ant ad agency run by the gloriously named Hubertus Bigend. But equally, it stands perfectly on its own and no prior familiarity is required with the other two books (Pattern Recognition and Spook Country).

Although set firmly in the present, Gibson writes about cutting edge issues that gives his books an almost science fiction feel, and if you are a fan of some of the lighter sci fi genre, then you will find much to enjoy here. There's plenty of gadgets and no small amount of humour.

At the heart of this thriller is a subject that is, at first, unexpected; namely a secret brand of denim jeans, known as The Gabriel Hounds. This is what Bigend wants his Blue Ant agency to understand and initially has in his employ, a former rock singer, Hollis Henry, and a recovering drug addict, Milgrim (both of whom will be familiar to readers of his previous book). Both are separately working for Bigend, with varying degrees of reluctance but quickly become emerged in the same task. If that sounds a dull basis for a story, you would be wrong. Yes, at times it feels a little on the unlikely side, but then it will have you questioning if it is really so unlikely after all. At stake here is the ability to control fashion desirability and Gibson goes on to make some thought provoking links between street fashion and military ware.

Everything in Bigend's world is knowingly über-cool. Sometimes this can be irritating, but it is essential to build up the world in which Blue Ant is involved. I-phones get a lot of coverage, as do augmented reality, CCTV surveillance and Japanese 'secret brands'. Gibson also seems strangely obsessed with describing elevators. The constant brand mentioning would get wearing in some books, but here is entirely justified. By including the reactions of Milgrim, who has been 'off the grid' in re-hab, to some of the technology that we are now very familiar with, like Twitter, Gibson will have you thinking 'really, can they do that?' with some of his more outlandish concepts. If so, we are in for a treat with penguin-shaped balloons in the very near future.

The book is largely, and convincingly, set in London, with the odd foray into Paris and the US. Often American writers who set books in London seem to fail to grasp the soul of the city, but Gibson pulls it off with aplomb.

It's fast moving, entertaining and frequently amusing. The heart of the mystery around which the thriller operates does shift at times, and this can be a bit annoying, and ultimately it's a lot of tech to employ on such a small issue, but it's fair to say, without revealing too much, that even Bigend might be in over his head on this one. There's a lot of paranoia and there's always seems to be someone watching everyone.
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on 14 April 2011
It seems to me that over the years William Gibson has been listening to those around him telling him over and over what a great writer he is to a point where he has begun to believe his own hype. The result is Zero History where Gibson writes about Boutique Hotel lobbys, hotel room interiors, telephones, Mac Air laptops, iPhones and many more mundane things- all in the most boring and pretentious way, convinced that everything he is putting down on paper is solid gold. Nothing happens in this novel until the last quarter and when I say 'nothing' I really mean it. Characters move around London hotels. They might go to Paris in the chunnel for the day and then return. They might get a coffee in a cafe or not. Thats it. For hundreds of pages. The sad thing to me is that William Gibson can be fantastic writer but he needs to stop jetting around the world giving talks in Prague and appearing at symposiums on the future of ninja bio-tech (or whatever the hell he's been doing all these years) and get back to writing engaging characters that we actually care about. He also needs to get back to having a plot and not a series of post-it notes that move the story along at a snails pace.
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on 18 September 2011
Albeit I was heartened to see both Hollis & Milgrim return as characters from Spook Country, there is a level of unreality to the apparent boundless financial generosity of Hubertus Bigend when it comes to his willingness to bankroll his accidental heroes through their constant missteps, as well as kowtow to their every demand that just doesn't hold up that well in a novel which is trying so hard to operate with some degree of modern day verisimilitude. That Bigend does indulge the every whim of his petulant charges (seemingly) without question undermines the increasing reluctance of Hollis to work for him, given 'work' consists of being put up in a fancy exclusive boutique hotel, chauffeured around a lot to various locations (never far from a coffee vendor it must be noted), using her iphone incessantly (they are ubiquitous) and talking to friends and friends of friends and occasionally having to report her progress (the apparent tyranny of Hubertus Bigend knows no bounds). Milgrim, albeit an interesting (and integral) character in Spook Country, seems like a complete indulgence in many ways, and I get the sense Gibson has only brought him across because he wasn't happy with where he left him at the end of that book, and wanted to give him a more upbeat ending. He seems an unnecessary middle man given his lack of qualifications for the task in hand beyond 'an eye for detail'. One can't help but feel if Bigend is hoping that Hollis's semi-celebrity is there to open up social doors, a better partner for her would be that of a seasoned fashion hawk to work with on the investigating, rather than a man who's still coming to terms with sobriety after a substantial absence from reality.

There's also an breezy easy Oceans Elevens aspect to the latter half of the book, that just trades too much off of sheer happenstance, especially when it comes to the right people at the right time being right there (outside the door, next door, met down the pub/gym or a phone call away), that undermines any sense of tension to events. Much is made of an antagonist, who ultimately proves to be little more than a paper tiger when things come to a head (though we are thrown a bone of peril at the last minute), that in many ways you kind of feel sorry for him given how royally screwed over he and his companions ultimately are by the 'good guys'.

As always Gibson delivers on the detail and the dialogue and there's plenty of reaching for wikipedia to be done over some of the obscure real world references, but it's not enough to make this book one I can readily recommend, unless you're already heavily invested in the 'Bigend Trilogy'. Given the large list of acknowledgments at the end of the book, I can't help but feel that Gibson may have found himself surrounded by too many 'yes men' and not enough people prepared to challenge his storytelling and push him to the next level.
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VINE VOICEon 13 January 2013
Zero History is the third novel in William Gibson's sequence involving the octopus like Blue Ant PR agency, and its vaguely sinister owner, Hubertus Bigend.

Hollis is a rock singer employed by Bigend to find the designer of an achingly trendy denim brand. Milgrim is a fixer with a mysterious past, involved in shady dealing for Blue Ant and assigned to aid Hollis. The story is told, in alternate chapters, from the viewpoints of these two main protaganists.

In his iconic sprawl novels, Gibson wrote something that was unequivocally science fiction, albeit virtually inventing the sub genre of cyberpunk as he did so. Zero History is barely, if at all, a work of science fiction. His world is very recognisably our own, driven by iPhones, the internet, and twitter, although he writes in the margins of society, where shady power brokers trade real violence in battles for brands and for market position and information.

If that makes this sound like a techno-thriller, it is a long way from the works of Michael Crichton or Tom Clancy. It is more as if Gibson has taken the real world which has evolved in a parallel manner to his cyberpunk vision, and has created a new version of what the semi legal nether world looks like and how it underlies and interfaces with a mainstream market economy.

Although this is barely science fiction, it is closer to Gibson's sprawl trilogy than any of his other novels since. Both are based in the fringes of an interconnected, networked society, the former the fictional cyberspace, the latter what it has in reality become. It is interesting to note that the importance of branding and marketing is the major development which Gibson didn't foresee in the 80's. The street samurai of the Sprawl is re-incarnated as a female despatch rider. At the start of Neuromancer, Gibson set out his stall with his famous simile about the sky over Chiba city, and here his trademark imagery of a man-made environment, is very much in evidence, based, for example, on the colours of urban decay. Bigend is almost a human Wintermute and finally, Zero History ends, like Mona Lisa Overdrive, with a game changing "something big" and it can surely must be a conscious decision that the human catalyst in both cases is called Bobby.

The genre of Zero History is difficult to define. It is more intelligent and less reactionary than a typical techno-thriller. It is too much based on the contemporary world to be science fiction. It could be described as socio-fiction, using an SF style to comment on today's society. Whatever it is, it is an easy reading, fast paced, exciting thriller (of some variety) which makes intelligent observations about where we are today.

It is not entirely successful. Like many of Gibson's later works, it it something of a road movie of a book; the story-telling journey is more interesting than the eventual denouement, which feels somewhat rushed. Also it is one of those novels which would benefit from a cast list at the start. A number of characters make one appearance, disappear for half the book and then re-appear, leaving me thinking "now who was that again?" Or maybe I'm just getting old.

So, I would definitely recommend Zero History as an entertaining and interesting read. It will probably be more palatable to those with an ear tuned to SF, but Gibson is a unique writer with a vision and street smart style which should not be ignored by a wider audience.
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More and more, Mr Gibson seems to want his writing to be pure description
- of surfaces, technology, objects, streets. On this level alone, his books are always worth reading, often attaining a sort of rhapsodic, dreamlike quality.

The trouble with the 'Blue Ant' trilogy, for me, is this prose has been built onto increasingly flimsy and unconvincing narratives, populated by vague, sketched-out characters. (The lead character, Hollis Henry, is supposedly some sort of cool-divining savant, but in this book at least shows almost no abilities beyond being able to order coffee in Selfridge's Food Hall. And, to the extent 'coolhunters' actually exist in reality, are they so well paid as freelancers that they can afford vast second homes in glamourous foreign locations? Sort of doubt it.)

But I digress. This time, Hubertus Bigend wants our two heroes to research an obscure Japanese clothing brand to aid his bid to manufacture clothing for the US Military. A fairly unpreposessing idea or what's nominally a thriller, you must admit, and so it proves as the protagonists sit round in obessively-decribed London cafes eating obsessively-described food whilst having conversations about jeans and the colour green,whilst what little plot there is advances at the speed of a glacier, though to be honest it's pretty difficult to care what happens anyway.

So, if your a Gibson fan, I'd get this for the prose..but maybe wait for the paperback. If your new to him ,this isn't the best start.
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on 21 September 2012
The plot of 'Zero History' involves the search for a top-secret, unbranded pair of super-cool jeans and the person who made them. These jeans are so cool and mysterious that many characters from previous Gibson books are brought together by Blue Ant supremo, Hubertus Bigend, to try and find them. As you might expect from a William Gibson novel, our heroes are comprised of former rock stars, subjects of Anton Corbijn photoshoots, thrill seekers who jump of the world's highest buildings, PR types and mysterious agents.

However, instead of any serious attempt at coherent storytelling, the reader gets loads of artful descriptions of cool artifacts, hotel lobbies, achingly hip brand awareness conversations and the like. The dialogue is often laugh-out-loud clunky and no where near as knowing as the dialogue in Gibson's other books. No one in real life talks like the characters in 'Zero History' and the various cool-hunters are so devoid of interesting personality that it's hard to care about any of them. Even the heroine, Hollis Henry, seems bored throughout, as if she realises she's wandered into a story she shouldn't have bothered with. Perhaps that's the point.

To be fair, there are some good ideas and observations thrown out among the suffocating prose but not enough to bring the story to life or sustain much interest in the convoluted comings and goings of the various hipsters.

I got the impression that any editor looking at this was so stupefied by Gibson's reputation that he or she dared not touch his writing, which is a shame because Gibson can do better than this. Check out his superb short story 'The Gernsback Continuum' or read one of his better novels, 'Idoru' or 'Pattern Regognition'.
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VINE VOICEon 11 September 2010
Hollis Henry, heroine of Gibson's Spook Country, ex-rock musician, has once again been approached by Hubertus Bigend, the enigmatic founder of Blue Ant, to track down the maker of a secretive clothing line, The Gabriel Hounds, who he suspects is playing him at his own game. Accompanied by recovering drug addict and idiot-savant Milgrim, she begins to untangle the thread, but Hollis, Hubertus and Milgrim have more serious things to worry about. Like the US agent tracking Milgrim. The ex-military rival that Bigend seems to have acquired. And the growing dissension within Blue Ant itself.

Like its predeccessor, Spook Country, Zero History tracks mysterious goings on within the uber cool layer of London and beyond. Travelling through strange members clubs, individual clothing brands, curious individuals and the latest cool, Gibson effortlessly takes us through a tangled plot.

Only there's a problem. It doesn't seem to work that well. Like Spook Country, but unlike Pattern Recognition, the actual object of the plot doesn't seem important enough either to merit all of the machinations, or interesting enough to demand the money or hostility that the protagonists throw at it. Whilst Gibson's writing style is easy on the eye, and the characters likeable and believeable, I found myself thinking 'is all this effort really worth it for a clothing line'. The process which the protagonists embark on is actually more interesting than the goal they are pursuing, which makes for a very large anti-climax. And an anti-climax it is - rather like Gibson's earlier work, all of the action is over in a few pages, leaving you feeling distinctly disappointed.

It's an enjoyable read, but perhaps one to save until the paperback comes out. If you've not read any Gibson before, try Pattern Recognition first - it's definitely the best of the 'Bigend Trilogy' (ok, ok, 'Blue Ant Trilogy').
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