Why Snow Crash? Because…
Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.
When I write something that’s that good, believe me: I’ll let you know.
And so, adieu to Ringworld. Continue reading Book of the Week: ‘Snow Crash.’