Burning Chrome

Burning Chrome

by William Gibson

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Best-known for his seminal sf novel Neuromancer, William Gibson is actually best when writing short fiction. Tautly-written and suspenseful, Burning Chrome collects 10 of his best short stories with a preface from Bruce Sterling, now available for the first time in trade paperback. These brilliant, high-resolution stories show Gibson's characters and intensely-realized worlds at his absolute best, from the chip-enhanced couriers of "Johnny Mnemonic" to the street-tech melancholy of "Burning Chrome."

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ISBN-13: 9780060539825
Publisher: HarperCollins US
Publication date: 07/29/2003
Edition description: First EOS Paperback Edition
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 143,117
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

William Gibson’s first novel, Neuromancer, won the Hugo Award, the Philip K. Dick Memorial Award, and the Nebula Award in 1984. He is credited with having coined the term “cyberspace,” and having envisioned both the Internet and virtual reality before either existed. His other novels include All Tomorrow’s Parties, Idoru, Virtual Light, Mona Lisa Overdrive, and Count Zero. He lives in Vancouver, British Columbia with his wife and two children.


Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Date of Birth:

March 17, 1948

Place of Birth:

Conway, South Carolina


B.A., University of British Columbia, 1977

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Burning Chrome

By William Gibson

Harper Collins Publishers

Copyright © 2003 William Gibson All right reserved. ISBN: 0060539828

Chapter One

Johnny Mnemonic

i put the shotgun in an Adidas bag and padded it out with four pairs of tennis socks, not my style at all, but that was what I was aiming for: If they think you're crude, go technical; if they think you're technical, go crude. I'm a very technical boy. So I decided to get as crude as possible. These days, though, you have to be pretty technical before you can even aspire to crudeness. I'd had to turn both these twelve-gauge shells from brass stock, on a lathe, and then load them myself; I'd had to dig up an old microfiche with instructions for hand-loading cartridges; I'd had to build a lever-action press to seat the primers - all very tricky. But I knew they'd work.

The meet was set for the Drome at 2300, but I rode the tube three stops past the closest platform and walked back. Immaculate procedure.

I checked myself out in the chrome siding of a coffee kiosk, your basic sharp-faced Caucasoid with a ruff of stiff, dark hair. The girls at Under the Knife were big on Sony Mao, and it was getting harder to keep them from adding the chic suggestion of epicanthic folds. It probably wouldn't fool Ralfi Face, but it might get me next to his table.

The Drome is a single narrow space with a bar down one side and tables along the other,thick with pimps and thin as greyhounds. One was black and the other white, but aside from that they were as nearly identical as cosmetic surgery could make them. They'd been lovers for years and were bad news in a tussle. I was never quite sure which one had originally been male.

Ralfi was sitting at his usual table. Owing me a lot of money. I had hundreds of megabytes stashed in my head on an idiot/savant basis, information I had no conscious access to. Ralfi had left it there. He hadn't, however, come back for it. Only Ralfi could retrieve the data, with a code phrase of his own invention. I'm not cheap to begin with, but my overtime on storage is astronomical. And Ralfi had been very scarce.

Then I'd heard that Ralfi Face wanted to put out a contract on me. So I'd arranged to meet him in the Drome, but I'd arranged it as Edward Bax, clandestine importer, late of Rio and Peking.

The Drome stank of biz, a metallic tang of nervous tension. Muscle-boys scattered through the crowd were flexing stock parts at one another and trying on thin, cold grins, some of them so lost under superstructures of muscle graft that their outlines weren't really human.

Pardon me. Pardon me, friends. Just Eddie Bax here, Fast Eddie the Importer, with his professionally nondescript gym bag, and please ignore this slit, just wide enough to admit his right hand.

Ralfi wasn't alone. Eighty kilos of blond California beef perched alertly in the chair next to his, martial arts written all over him.

Fast Eddie Bax was in the chair opposite them before the beef's hands were off the table. "You black belt?" I asked eagerly.He nodded, blue eyes running an automatic scanning pattern between my eyes and my hands."Me, too," I said." Gothandlers and an arcane array of dealers. The Magnetic Dog Sisters were on the door that night, and I didn't relish trying to get out past them if things didn't work out. They were two meters tall and mine here in the bag." And I shoved my hand through the slit and thumbed the safety off. Click. "Double twelve-gauge with the triggers wired together."

"That's a gun, "Ralfi said, putting a plump, restraining hand on his boy's taut blue nylon chest. "Johnny has an antique firearm in his bag." So much for Edward Bax.

I guess he'd always been Ralfi Something or Other, but he owed his acquired surname to a singular vanity. Built something like an overripe pear, he'd worn the once-famous face of Christian White for twenty years - Christian White of the Aryan Reggae Band, Sony Mao to his generation, and final champion of race rock. I'm a whiz at trivia.

Christian White: classic pop face with a singer's high- definition muscles, chiseled cheekbones. Angelic in one light, handsomely depraved in another. But Ralfi's eyes lived behind that face, and they were small and cold and black.

"Please," he said, "let's work this out like businessmen." His voice was marked by a horrible prehensile sincerity, and the corners of his beautiful Christian White mouth were always wet. "Lewis here," nodding in the beefboy's direction, "is a meatball." Lewis took this impassively, looking like something built from a kit. "You aren't a meatball, Johnny."

"Sure I am, Ralfi, a nice meatball chock-full of implants where you can store your dirty laundry while you go off shopping for people to kill me. From my end of this bag, Ralfi, it looks like you've got some explaining to do."

"It's this last batch of product, Johnny." He sighed deeply. "In my role as broker - "

"Fence, "I corrected.

"As broker, I'm usually very careful as to sources."

"You buy only from those who steal the best. Got it."

He sighed again. "I try," he said wearily, "not to buy from fools. This time, I'm afraid, I've done that." Third sigh was the cue for Lewis to trigger the neural disruptor they'd taped under my side of the table.

I put everything I had into curling the index finger of my right hand, but I no longer seemed to be connected to it. I could feel the metal of the gun and the foam-pad tape I'd wrapped around the stubby grip ...


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Burning Chrome 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Burning Chrome is a collection of ten short stories by William Gibson, three of which are collaborations with other authors. It's an eclectic ride as a whole. There is no overriding theme that ties all of the stories together - they range from cyberpunk to surreal. Gibson's prose can be very poetic and he does an excellent job of setting the mood in each story. Even when his characters aren't very likeable, you can still identify with their emotions. 'Johnny Mnemonic', 'New Rose Hotel' and 'Burning Chrome' are written in the same 'Sprawl' setting as many of Gibson's novels. They are sharp and explosive cyberpunk stories that grab your attention and run. 'The Gernsback Continuum' and 'The Belonging Kind' are trips through what could be present day America with surreal twists. 'Red Star, Winter Orbit', written with Bruce Sterling, is the poignant tale of an aging Russian cosmonaut on an equally aging space station. 'Hinterlands' is an eerie view of how far humans will go to satisfy the need for progress and exploration. 'Fragments of a Hologram Rose', 'The Winter Market' and 'Dogfight' are powerful studies of emotion, need, and what it means to be human. Overall, I enjoyed Burning Chrome. Gibson's writing style is fun to read - he can establish mood and atmosphere in a few short sentences. I also like that he uses technology as a means not an end - the focus in the stories is how people interact with each other and technology instead of showcasing what a cool idea a particular future technology would be. His stories tend to deal with the grittier side of human nature, and are not always comfortable to read, but they make you think.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This collection of short stories is a fascinating look at the early work of William Gibson, the father of the sub-genre 'cyberpunk.' Many of the stories, such as 'Johnny Mnemonic' and 'Burning Chrome' lay the foundation for, and introduce characters from, Gibson's seminal Sprawl Trilogy (Neuromancer, Count Zero, Mona Lisa Overdirve), which remains his greatest work. Other stories echo more traditional science fiction such as the Twilight Zone or Arthur C. Clarke, with typical Gibson twist. Gibson typically takes an interesting idea, creates an edgy near-future setting and populates it with hip, noirish techno-criminals, tying it all together with poetic prose. Plot and pacing remain his weakness, but the short story format allows him to express himself without having to fill a full-length novel.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you're a fan of hard boiled fiction or hard sci-fi, this collection of Gibson's early short stories is for you. When reading the stories consider when they were written. Then you may understand how visionary the author is.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is an excellent introduction to the work of William Gibson. These are the stories that will help determine whether one loves or loathes Gibson's style, vision, and characters. The title story contains what someone described as 'high tech and hopeless romance' as the narrator describes a caper to electronically rob a Mafia crimelord. 'New Rose Hotel' is another narrative portraying a bleak future where corporate kidnappings play a part in career moves. The stories with a lighter touch, though, (such as 'The Gernsback Continuum', where a photographer gets exposed to visions of a creepily perfect alternate present) help keep more sensitive readers from reaching for the Prozac. Consider this book a good test sample. Either you will loathe it, in which case you aren't out a whole lot, or else you will enjoy it. In the latter case, Gibson's other books await you!
klarusu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a collection of Gibson's short stories which contain the embryonic shells of many themes, characters and stories we see in all his full length novels alongside other more individual pieces. I thoroughly enjoy Gibson's world and his full-length novels but I found this collection a slightly frustrating mixed bag of shorter pieces. They veered between stories that never quite fulfilled their promise (the confusing 'Johnny Mnemonic' being a prime example of this) and others which were thoroughly enjoyable but left me itching for more than just a few pages worth of writing that the short story format allowed (such as the eponomous 'Burning Chrome'). It's possible that I am clouded by a dislike of the format itself - I am never fully satisfied by the short story as I find it slightly contrived in style and execution, not substantial enough to fulfil my need. For me this is an interesting window into what Gibson shows he can do in the full-length form, but not my favourite of his publications.
isabelx on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
We're an information economy. They teach you that at school. What they don't tell you is that it's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information. Fragments that can be retrieved, amplified . . .The other stories in this book were science fiction, but "The Belonging Kind" would probably be best described as horror (even though nothing too scary actually happened). My favourites were "The Gernsback Continuum" and "The Winter Market", and I probably liked the title story least since the ice-breaker run through the matrix to burn Chrome seemed a bit samey after reading a couple of his novels recently.
edgeworth on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Burning Chrome is a collection of ten short stories by William Gibson. Of those, I would rank five (Johnny Mnemonic, The Gernsback Continuum, Hinterlands, New Rose Hotel and Burning Chrome) as "very good" or higher. From me, that's high praise. I don't know why, but I just usually don't enjoy short story collections very much. A while ago I stopped reading them in one hit, because that's not how short stories are supposed to be read, and instead started reading a short story or two in between novels - but it didn't make much difference. I just don't think I enjoy short fiction as much as long fiction, and I'm not alone. I'm not going to try to find a link to back that up; it's conventional wisdom in the publishing industry that short stories don't sell, and every Google hit for that phrase brings up an article trying fruitlessly to debunk it or arguing the self-evident point that commercial value doesn't equal literary value.Anyway, the point is that I usually shrug my shoulders when reviewing short story collections, but I liked Burning Chrome a lot. I think Gibson's style suits itself to short fiction (and essays) as much as it does to long fiction. (Normally I'd say "better than," but Gibson is one of the most important writers of the last 30 years and his long fiction is amazing as well). He's a writer for whom style is as important as substance, a man who holds a mirror up to our culture, his fiction littered with the brand names and place names of an increasingly capitalist and globalist society. He's like a Stephen King in reverse, predicting the zeitgeist of the future instead of capturing the zeitgeist of the past (and both writers have less mainstream recognition than they should, because they dared to write genre fiction). Burning Chrome is full of stories about flawed people living on the margins of society, alienated in enormous cities, forging connections with other losers, dystopic technology integrated into their grey and painful lives. Aside from a few melancholy clunkers (Fragments of a Hologram Rose, Dogfight) Burning Chrome sets a remarkably high standard, and proves why William Gibson is one of history's greatest science fiction writers.
jayduhon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Great background story to Neuromancer.
truth_of_spirit on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It features some of the characters from the Sprawl trilogy as well as introducing some of the key concept discussed in those novels, it kind of gets you in the mood for reading them ;-)I really like it.
masyukun on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This collection of short stories includes many of Gibson's classics, like Johnny Mnemonic. Reading Gibson is a mind-altering experience: his stories somehow stretch and change you. I couldn't read the whole book in one sitting, because I felt like I needed to come up for air after just a few of them.
danahlongley on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Awesome cyberpunk short stories - just about all of them classics.
wenestvedt on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of the stories in this collection, "Johnny Mnemonic," was made into a movie starring Keanu Reeves (who looks as though he can't pronounce the title) which I didn't see.
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Gibson is famous for having coined the term "cyberspace" and these early stories include the work that famously did that job. Some of his best work, collected.
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Kiss youre hand 3 times post this three times and look under youre pillow.
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