I'm guessing it was Bigend.

Interesting. I had assumed it was merely a higher ranking functionary of the Kafkaesque intel network.

Did Brown have anything to do with intel, really? I thought he was just a mercenary.

I certainly didn't think it was Bigend, though. Just his boss, another asshole war profiteer. I'm the king of missing things that are left unsaid, though, so what do I know.

I would have thought he was the unnamed target of the radioactive money "prank". The one whose fate depends on Brown ("the driver") keeping silent or not. The sponsor of the container.

It would make no sense for it to have been Bigend. This person engendered a sense of respectful fear in Brown that only the potential for personal/professional damage could.

And that person knew what was in the container. If it was Bigend, no need for Hollis or Node or any of that.

I agree with Sentinel 400, but with the caveat that Bigend is so throughly ambiguous a character that a third novel set in Pattern-land might well find a new, more deeply layered role for Mr. Hubertus (I can't help but think of Nabokov's Humbert Humbert from "Lolita" when I see that name) to play in either a larger, more encompassing role, or a narrower, more 'extricative' role, such as trying to get his ass out of water deeper than he can handle, army of Blue Ants notwithstanding.

Except for the Chinese commercial that he was so desperate to score

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Originally posted by kenmeer livermaile:
I agree with Sentinel 400, but with the caveat that Bigend is so throughly ambiguous a character that a third novel set in Pattern-land might well find a new, more deeply layered role for Mr. Hubertus (I can't help but think of Nabokov's Humbert Humbert from "Lolita" when I see that name)...

I think you are right. Hubertus will lust after a Japanese idoru in part three and come to no good end from it.

[/QUOTE]I think you are right. Hubertus will lust after a Japanese idoru in part three and come to no good end from it.[/QUOTE]

I-dor-u. A Woo martial sault in triplicate. A jounce of the tongue from self to palate to teeth. My screen, my diodelight, the source-code of my soul. I adore you.

oh you are creepy.

jounce isn't a word and Huberous isn't real.

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Originally posted by chadvavra:
oh you are creepy.

jounce isn't a word and Huberous isn't real.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/jounce

But Hubertus is a real character.

Ok. I'm only ten pages in but had to laugh when I read Gibson's ref to the Mondrian on the first page.

I had seen his blog post about staying at the Chateau Marmont and was surprised he wasn't staying at the Mondrian, or another cool place ( the name I forget) in Santa Monica, a deco place above the Santa Monica beach. But the Marmont is rich in history and that is also a major cool spot, which I had forgotten about.

As a side note, the Mondrian, before it became the Mondrian, was a several storied apartment house in deco design with a bit of history I've heard and forgotten. During my run as a location scout late 70s-early `80s, I had the opportunity to make it up to the penthouse apartment, formally occupied by Donovan, I was told. What a GREAT space. What a freaking view of the city! Then, years later, after I left L.A. and while visiting family, I saw it during renovation, from the street, with a long chute from the upper floors to the street dumpster area. I've never been inside, since.

His refs have floored me before, in previous books.
I have not read one word going on here. I hope I haven't uninterrupted something important.

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I hope I haven't uninterrupted something important.

You mock us but you mock yourself. Excellent form.