But now someone has appropriated her name and is using it for a kind of illegal hacking she has always despised, and the forces of the law - including her ex-lover, now head of security for a major bright-lights corporation - are looking for her. To clear her name, Trouble has to return to the nets, looking for one last showdown.
Where did this one come from? Well, some of the sources are obvious and ubiquitous in SF: the entire cyberpunk movement, plus books like Bruce Sterling's The Hacker Crackdown, Katie Hafner and John Markoff's Cyberpunk: Outlaws and Hackers on the Computer Frontier, and (of course) Clifford Stoll's The Cuckoo's Egg.
But more influential was the constant use of "the frontier" as a metaphor for the internet, virtual reality, and its imagined successors. (The Electronic Frontier Foundation -an excellent and worthwhile organization in its own right - nonetheless is quite deliberately evoking those images in ways that don't always match reality.) Here in the US, that idea carries an enormous freight, a complex blend of history, myth, and reality that is only rarely examined in any depth. I was strongly influenced by Western film and novels, particularly Shane, by structuralist studies of the Western, and most of all by Jane Tompkins' fascinating West of Everything: The Inner Life of Westerns, which discusses the Western novel as a reaction to and protest against the popular women's novels of the 19th century. If the Net really is the Virtual Frontier, then I wanted to see how the familiar tropes of the Western - the outlaw, the returning gunslinger - played out in the new setting, and viewed through a queer and feminist lens.
The strangest thing about this book has been the way that the crackdowns in the novel have preceded attempts at crackdown in the real world. The primary difference is that the realworld attempts have centered around sex - pornography and potential child abuse - rather than crime, theft and violence. I probably should have guessed that would be the way it would happen, and I tried to make up for it in The Jazz.
And, of course, the perfect song was the Moody Blues' "Legend of a Mind" - especially since Timothy Leary had reemerged as a champion of virtual reality.