Interface is Neal Stephenson's third novel (between Avalanche and The Diamond Age) and the first of two he co-wrote with his uncle, George Jewsbury. The first edition was published under the pseudonym Stephen Bury, with re-editions by Stevenson and J. Frederick George.

Cory Doctorow in 2007 called this novel “an underrated masterpiece.” Even taking into account Doctorow's idiosyncratic tastes, it is difficult to disagree with this definition. The fact that “Interface” went virtually unnoticed is probably due to some parochialism of the topic - who, really, in 1994 was interested in the US presidential elections, which had not yet turned into a circus show on a worldwide scale? Not even the Americans themselves. “Interface” was simply twenty years ahead of its time, and the same Doctorow remembered it in 2016 for obvious reasons, comparing one of its heroes to Trump (and, it seems, he was mistaken with the hero).

Second. the circumstance is the vulnerability of fiction at the nearest sight to the ruthless reality, from the blows of which not every book is able to recover. Advanced technologies from five years ago look like a helpless anachronism, and only occasionally after another twenty years they acquire a warm lamp shade - as in this case.

Be that as it may, information about when, to whom and under what circumstances should wearing a tin foil hat will not hurt any reader.