Like the genre as a whole, Digital Delirium is relentlessly postmodern in outlook, all doorbell and no house, and often postlogical and postgrammatical to boot. Not that the Americans are always helpful. But for all that, and despite its willfully sloppy organization, Digital Delirium is studded with little gems of intelligence. It's a great jungle in which to hide and from which to make attacks. My reality is wounded.
Virtual reality leads to a similar de-rationalization.
However, it no longer works only at the scale of individuals, as in madness, but at the scale of the world. There's other good stuff here as well. It is the body with nothing but organs, irrupting and transmitting, and always forever the barricaded global variable in an infinite cascade of light-speed calculations. It's a mixed bag, Digital Delirium , like the online medium it attempts to analyze. And it's one of the better books in a library choked with webspeak and two-bit sociology.