I love the short story "The Gernsback Continuum" for this reason. Gibson writes about his rejection of a bright, optimistic, pseudo Aryan future for reality. It

I love the short story "The Gernsback Continuum" for this reason. Gibson writes about his rejection of a bright, optimistic, pseudo Aryan future for reality. It's framed as a writer plagued by hallucinations, but I read it more as a commentary on the absurdity of classical sci fi in the modern day (or at least, the 80's). All the elegant flying cars and people in white jumpsuits eating food pills are visions of the future from the far more innocent, optimistic era of the 40's and 50's. But writing those same stories now just doesn't make any sense.