This is the first science fiction I've read since I was a kid, but it definitely suits my distopian sensibilities. I started with Neuromancer and Count Zero and I'm most of the way through both Mona Lisa Overdrive and Virtual Light.
However, although I feel right at home reading Gibson on my living room couch, when I went to the store to buy Count Zero, I was reminded why the science fiction section is a dangerous place to hang out.
I'm scanning through the titles and this burnt old ponytail guy appears at my elbow and he's like, "Lot's of pretty colors, right?" Beat. "It's really scary when you can tell who all the artists are and then you can tell what the stories are about."
"Hmm. Yeah. I guess SO!"
"One time, I was at this Ren Faire [oh, God, here we go] and I heard these voices and they told me who, like, 10 of The Artists were, man."
"Wow. That's pretty scary!"
[Looking confused, then hurt] "No it isn't."