Like Tim, I just finished reading William Gibson's Spook Country. Filled with those trademark riverstone-smooth sentences and spiked with a cynicism that can only come from two terms of a Bush presidency it's less science fiction and more a mark and sweep dump of the unevenly distributed future that's already here.
Hollis thought he looked like William Burroughs, minus the bohemian substrate (or perhaps the methadone). Like someone who'd be invited quail shooting with the vice-president, though too careful to get himself shot.
It's like a year of boing-boing, with a plot.