X-Machines That Defy Scrutiny!
In a future world of perpetual war and corporate subjugation, an AI Agent is summoned by its owners to initiate a data search in the world's electronic "Metasource Omnifiles." Its assignment is to put together a dossier on a mysterious rogue known only as "Cigarette Boy." Trouble is, the AI is having a bad day, feeling a little under the weather, not actually up to snuff. If the truth be told, our agent has become, by some strange twist of neurons, totally deranged! Instead of assembling the usual tidy "hyperdocument" of "print scans," "vidfiles," and background data, the AI spews forth a horrific mass of jargon, ephemera, and frustratingly tiny fragments of useful information. It seems to have found the right crypt, but exhumed the wrong corpse.
A copy of this bewildering pile of futuristic neuro-trash has been printed onto 84 eye-numbing pages and presented to you, dear reader, for your ultimate amusement and befuddlement. The result is Cigarette Boy: A Mock-Machine Mock-Epic by Darick Chamberlin. Done up like a wire-bound technical manual, Cigarette Boy is a stunning work of Burroughsian cut-up and dada nonsense. It incorporates many dialects of technobabble: Cape Canaveral-speak, cyberpunkish street talk, bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, and other uniquely 20th Century languages. There are no real sentences or paragraphs here, just page after page of character names, place names, fragments of action, various forms of bracketed "stage" directions and technical notes, along with lots of nifty and bizarre neologisms (see below).
Cigarette Boy started out life as a series of short-hand notes Chamberlin was taking in preparation for a more conventional SF novel. One day, he looked at his pages of coinages and idea fragments and discovered a kind of poetic elegance to them. He said they looked as though they were automatic writings channeled from some mad mechanical intelligence from the near future. He decided to keep working at this level. The result, as described in the book itself, is "an autoschematic protonovel." Through its lists, notations, and slivers of narrative, it hints at a world beyond itself. It's like going through someone's garbage as a way of reconstructing their life . In "reading" Cigarette Boy, each person is called upon to fill in the blanks, to piece together a more coherent world of meaning. Jean Cocteau used to refer to certain of his more dada-esque creations as "machines for the generation of meaning." Cigarette Boy is very effective on these terms.
This approach is, of course, not for everyone. Those who have little interest in abstract painting, concrete poetry, dada and such "bookworks" as Tom Phillips' The Humument will find this artifact/book a total waste of time. For me, it is a joyous synthesis of two of my prime obsessions: abstract art and post c-punk sci-fi.
(Gareth Branwyn)
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Cigarette Boy
by Darick Chamberlin
1562 E. Olive Way #402
Seattle, WA 98102
$15 for a signed and numbered copy.
Here is the TEXT POPUP for Cigarette Boy:
Here are a few words/phrases from Cigarette Boy:
Badass gangs, guys, gals, and cybercops:
Triple Helix Diode Cowboys, Silicon Gama Chip Chocolate-colored Boys and Girls, Diesel Lava Boy, Magilla Hive Boy, Chief Inspector La Grive, Officer Ricoh Man Darren, Major 99, The Kenya Torch Klan, Compound Girl, The Germ Lieutenant, Lava Napolean, The Trips Division, The Plastic Clan.
Megacorps:
Nova Alchemico, The Hypocrisis Co., The Mackert Corp., The Los Japonisma Group, Nileco Industries, ZoloCorp, The Accident Factory, The Jeray Corporation, The Alcademy Institute, Necrotech: Disaster Investors.
Techtalk:
Deofotometricallate, Hyperskim, Metahive Dopants, Biotaxation, Omnidosage, Paraweld, Remoric Cicadascope Gear, Plaztec, Simustop, Voodoo Radar, Biomiltonics, Autotext, Mechamecca, Gagamax go-code, The Aldrin Blood-Grid.
Miscellany:
Atomerotic, Duschamplification (the entire history of the 20th Century avant garde could probably be called this), Antique Futurism, The Will to Style (what drives Mondo 2000 ?), Neogyption Cigarettes, Alpharoahed, Hand-Carved Collector Jet Radar, Image Coolies.
One final note: I was shocked to discover that Chamberlin had not read any "proper" cyberpunk when he was writing CB (he was a Ballard, Burroughs, and Pynchon fan) and that he was not that familiar with computers (he wrote CB on a yellow spiral pad). He said that as someone trained as an artist (he's a painter), he was just looking around him and reflecting what he saw. "We are daily barraged by bureaucratic forms, unintelligible receipts, obscure techtalk and other exotic language ecologies that we don't understand. There's often more noise than signal. I just tried to capture the strangeness of all this." After talking with him, I logged onto the Internet and was presented with the following. It's the computer network equivalent of "Return to Sender. Address Unknown" (I've removed all the lines and formatting a la Cigarette Boy):
Mail version 5.2d (word-wrap) 9/22/91: Type ? for help.: /usr/spool/mail/gareth": 1 message 1 new: >N 1 Mailer-Daemon Tue Aug 4 09:54 33/1041: "Returned mail: User unknown" & Message 1: From Mailer-Daemon : Tue Aug 4 09:54:12 1992 Date: Tue, 4 Aug 1992 09:52:01 - 0700 From: Mail Delivery Subsystem <Mailer-Daemon>: Subject: Returned mail: User unknown To: gareth Cc: bounces : ----- Transcript of session follows ----- 550 paco... User unknown ----- Unsent message follows ----- Return-Path: <gareth> Received: by well.well.sf.ca.us (5.65c/SMI-4.1/well-920731-1) id AA00838; Tue, 4 Aug 1992 09:52:01 - 0700 for mark Date: Tue, 4 Aug 1992 09:52:01 -0700 From: Gareth Branwyn <gareth> Message-Id: <199208041652.AA00838@well.well.sf.ca.us> To: barryd, mark, paco : Subject: Street Noise : Hey guys, did you all ever get my Street Noise article for Mondo #8? : I sent it out about 4 days ago and haven't heard back from any of you : Paco, you should esp. look at it since you're in it : And Barry, did you get my latest email?
Case closed.
