A Master of the Wired World?

I just got my author's copies of a new book from Financial Times Management (London), MASTERS OF THE WIRED WORLD: Cyberspace Speaks Out.

What's remarkable is that this collection of manifestos about the new age a'dawning contains proclamations by Tony Blair, Al Gore, Charles Handy, Nicholas Negroponte, Arthur C. Clarke, Alvin Toffler ... and me.

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Acknowledgments

Many people to thank. My doctors, especially Tim Rumsey, my regular doctor who is a better writer than me, and my brain surgeon Robert Gregory, the fellow who makes his hospital rounds in the dead of night. The nurse Carrie who sat with me during my fifteen lowest minutes ever and taught me that perfect strangers can change your life, by caring; if you were faking your kindness, Carrie, it was still spectacular. My teachers and mentors over the years, whether they knew it or not -- James Wright, William Stafford, May Sarton, Franklin Brainerd, Barry Casselman, Fred and Betty Pat Leach, Helgi Michelson, Dan Armitage, Paul Gruchow, Jim Vance, and Robert Bly. Peter Yarrow, for his kind concern and willingness to help. Aly Bain, the Shetland fiddler, for a good joke late one night, whiskey sweating through our brows. Jungle Larry, my onetime employer, for his inspiring example of man at home with the wilderness. The friends who helped me put on the brakes at my most runamok moments -- Rich Broderick, Dirk Leach, Debbie & Bruce Willms, Carol Lukas, John Morrison, Worth Frank, Deb Enloe, Alison McGhee, Harvey Robbins, James Mathewson, Julie Schumacher, Ned Berube, Dan Kelliher, Jane Kerr, Kathleen Marotta, Larry Sutin and Bob Kearney. For my e-mail buddies from the meningioma and braintumr listservers -- for your heartache, for your courage and your encouragement, and for your stories. All the subscribers to my weekly newsletter (mfinley@.com) for sticking with me -- some of my weekly letters were quite revolting. My clients The Masters Forum and The Leigh Bureau, who called me early on to let me know they had no plans to replace me. My agent Andrea Pedolsky, for not wincing at the first draft of this project, when every critical cell in her must have cried out to do so. My father, Paul Finley, for his appreciation and support. My mother, Mary Josephine Mulligan Finley Konik, for her proud example of how to suffer and, in the end, how to make do with what you've got, and be grateful for it. Which leaves the immediate group -- my adored daughter Daniele, so wise and caustic and brave; my splendid son Jon, so pessimistic and so tender; and my wife and best friend Rachel -- soldier of kindness, exemplar of initiative, diva of learning, my raging red lioness who always brings me red meat -- so lovely and so weird -- I love you more than you could ever believe, and if I ever leave you, know that it will be with unsurpassable reluctance.