I may regret this review in 20 years when Siratori is a household name and William Gibson is forgotten has-been, but I seriously doubt it. My personal opinion is that Kenji Siratori's Headcode is over 250 pages -- if only he'd written a sonnet -- of incomprehensible, undecodable (why not be truly hypermodern and write it in machine language?), tortuous not to say torturous, plotless, needlessly repetitive, self-indulgent gobbletygook -- a cyber-slang metalanguage to the cognoscenti -- that one hopes was printed on recycled paper lest it have the added sin of killing trees and contributing to global warming [If you thought that sentence was incomprehensible wait until you read Headcode]. Any book blurb where the author is described as brilliant, superhip, and the work "great intellectual hypermodern fiction" already predisposes one to think of such a work as an exercise in elitist::ego_masturbation, if I can coin a Siratorism. Some reviewers -- see links at left -- appear to think that Siratori lives up to the hype, and that his work is extending literature into new avenues, breaking the rules and dragging us kicking and screaming into the future -- I just don't buy it. Rather than wasting pixels rendering Siratori's "prose" here, I direct you to the short "Internet Remix edition" of Headcode which will save you reading the 250 page version. If this somehow excites you to delve further into such "writing" additional E-text links here should serve your needs. If you can explain to me in a rational manner what Headcode tries to convey, without using Siratori-speak -- for this author answers interviewers' questions in the same "meta-language" as he writes in -- please let me know.