Earlier today Margaret Atwood kindly retweeted a response of mine to a conversation she was having with William Gibson (Yeah, I know. The circles I tweet in, eh?). Made my day. Here’s the tweet:
— Gareth Renowden (@grenow) August 31, 2014
And here’s a relevant excerpt from Chapter Four:
The little flotilla of airships headed east, the Hammer in the lead. I sat on the flight deck watching the ocean pass, making small talk with the pilot and crew. The bishop left me alone for most of the day, but as the sun dropped towards the horizon he reappeared.
“Nearly there, Lemmy,” he said. “Thank you for your patience. I want you to see this at its best.”
“Where are we?”, I asked. “Just looks like empty ocean to me.”
“Not empty. We’re on the edge of the great Pacific garbage patch. The water down there is rich with particles of plastic. When we get nearer to the middle, you’ll see the ocean covered with the debris of our civilisation.”