William Gibson is a magpie and a seer. His father poured concrete for the foundations of hidden military installations while he hoarded fragments of a future he hoped would scoop him from the sticks and deliver him a life worthy of his probing, greedy brain. Gibson moved to Canada to dodge the draft, became a grad student, then a writer—a cyberpunk, writing hard-boiled, media-savvy stuff that thumbed its nose at fat boring space operas starring silver-suited princelings.
TAHLEQUAH WRITER’S CLUB: Guest speaker, 11/15/2014
BUMPKINITIS 12: Guest reader, 11/21/2014
NSU VISITING WRITR SERIES: opening reader for Luc Goebel, 12/05/2014