I read Neuromancer in Italian — Neuromante — over two weeks in March 2026. I came to it late, which turned out to be an advantage. The novel everyone reads as prophecy reads differently when you are living inside the infrastructure it described.

The Flesh Is Not the Prison

The standard reading of Case is that he wants to escape the body. The novel’s opening — “the color of television, tuned to a dead channel” — sets up the dichotomy: cyberspace is transcendence, the meat is weight. Case, mutilated by his former employers, robbed of his ability to jack into the matrix, drifts through Chiba City as a man denied his native element.