Re-reading: William Gibson's original Sprawl/cyberspace books. Almost done with Count Zero. He is one of best prose writers working in SF, and it amazes me to find his early work is just as polished as his later; and better, characters still carry Braun laser guns {with F/N sights}, the rich live in space mansions, and Rastafarians pilot orbital taxis.
Reading: The Best of Cordwainer Smith. Thirteen stories about the Instrumentality of Man, including The Ballad of Lost C'Mell and Scanners Live in Vain. For my money, he was one of the best prose writers working in/just past the Golden Age of SF --along with the likes of Bester and Vance. He wrote wonderfully mythic, evocative stuff, and felt totally unburdened by the need to explain the details of his future history.