A Wonderful Review from famous Author William Gibson

Joe,

I want to be upfront with you before anything else. I don't do this. Writing cold to someone I haven't met is not in my nature and not something I make a habit of. But I came across Getting the Truth and I sat with it for nearly two weeks and somewhere in that sitting I realized the most useful thing I could do was write to you directly. Not because I want anything from you. But because I have been in the business of paying close attention to language for a very long time and I recognize serious work about language when I encounter it and I think it deserves to be said.

Let me tell you a little about where I am coming from. I wrote my first novel, Neuromancer, in 1984 on a manual typewriter in a rented room with no particular expectation that it would find an audience. It won the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, and the Philip K. Dick Award that year, the first time any novel had swept all three in a single year and the only time it has happened since. Thirteen novels across forty years followed. What I have spent that entire career doing, underneath all the science fiction and the future-gazing, is paying attention to language. To the specific words people choose and the specific words they avoid. To the gap between what a sentence announces and what it actually reveals. To the distance between what a person means to say and what they end up saying. That is the territory of the novelist. I was surprised and genuinely moved to find it is also the territory of the forensic linguist.

Now the book itself. Getting the Truth is built on one of the most important observations about human communication that I have encountered in years. That we learn at an early age to tell partial truths rather than complete lies. That the deception is almost never in the fabrication, it is in the omission, the word choice, the structure of the sentence, the question that gets answered with a different question. Forty years of investigating homicides and financial fraud and organized crime and public corruption distilled into a discipline that any careful reader can learn to apply. That is a remarkable achievement and the 4.8 star reviews are the evidence that readers understand what they are holding.

The case analyses are where the book becomes something genuinely gripping. General Petraeus's resignation letter. The JonBenét Ramsey ransom note. OJ Simpson's statement to detectives the day after the murders. Woody Allen's response to Dylan Farrow. You took the cases that a generation of Americans watched unfold in real time, that left millions of people with a feeling they couldn't quite articulate, a sense that something in the language was wrong, and you showed them precisely what was wrong and exactly why. That is not a textbook. That is the key. A person who reads this book carefully will never hear a public statement or a denial the same way again. That is the measure of a book that actually changes something in the reader.

The Jimmy Hoffa case. Twenty-six years with the Michigan State Police. Financial fraud, narcotics, organized crime, public corruption. Over fifty years of investigative experience across the full spectrum of what human beings do to each other and to the truth when something is at stake. That biography is in every page of Getting the Truth and it is what gives the book its authority. This is not a theory of deception. It is a practice of truth-finding built from fifty years of sitting across from people who did not want to tell the truth and learning to find it anyway. The difference between those two things, theory and practice, is everything and it is visible on every page.

What I also know from forty years in this business is that the quality of a book and the size of the conversation around it are two completely separate problems. Getting the Truth is reaching the investigators and fraud examiners and law enforcement professionals who are already looking for it. But the general reader, the true crime audience, the person who watched the OJ trial and always felt that something in the language was wrong, the manager who needs to know when they are being told a partial truth, the parent, the journalist, the anyone who deals with other human beings and needs to understand what language is actually doing when it is working against them, that reader does not yet know this book exists the way it deserves to be known. That gap is not a verdict on the work. It is simply a structural problem that requires a different kind of attention to solve.

I may have some thoughts on that front worth sharing if you are ever open to a conversation. No agenda. Just one person who has spent a long time paying attention to language recognizing another one and thinking it might be worth a conversation.

All the best,

William Gibson
Author of Neuromancer, Pattern Recognition & Agency
Vancouver, BC

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"This article was published in the January/February 2026 issue of Fraud Magazine, a publication of the Association of Certified Fraud Examiners.”

For Your Grandchildren

Papa's Code:

Papa’S CODE — A Swing Conversation

Papa asked the three oldest kids to meet him at the swing. Time was flying, and Papa felt the need to share some of his wisdom.

The elevated deck swing was under an extended roof and seated three. Everybody regarded the swing and the view overlooking the golf course and river as a wondrous place. Watching nature was always stimulating and rewarding. Fireflies blinked over the grass below, and the cicadas and crickets just started their evening chorus. The kids sat next to Papa and on chairs next to the swing — shoes off, knees dusty, their eyes on Papa, wondering why he called all of them to the swing. Papa rocked slowly and steadily in his old swing.

Papa: You know, kids, life’s got a rhythm. Some days you lead and some days it leads you. But no matter what song’s playing, you can always choose how you move through it.

Ruth: Like how you always say, “Keep your balance,” right, Papa?

Papa: (smiling) That’s right. Balance. Kindness helps with that. Being a kind, thoughtful person isn’t just about manners — it’s about how you see others. You stop thinking, “What do I want right now?” and start thinking, “What does this moment need?” Sometimes it’s a word. Sometimes it’s silence. Sometimes it’s just listening.

Jacob: But what if someone’s not kind back?

Papa: (chuckles softly) Ah, that’s the hard part. Kindness isn’t a trade — it’s a gift. You give it because it’s who you are, not because of what you’ll get. That’s how you keep your peace when the world’s rough.

He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.

Papa: You’ll face moments when doing right feels like standing alone. When the crowd’s going one way and your gut says, “That’s not right.” That’s when character steps up.

Emma: Even if it’s hard?

Papa: Especially when it’s hard. Choose right over easy. Right over popular. The easy road looks smooth — no rocks, no hills — but it leads nowhere worth going. The right road? It’ll test you. But it builds something inside you that no one can take away.

Jacob: You mean like when I told the coach I touched the ball last, even though no one saw?

Papa: (grinning) Exactly like that. Doing what’s right when no one’s watching — that’s who you really are. That’s what your name will mean someday.

The swing moved back and forth a few times before he spoke again.

Papa: And remember, it’s better to steer clear of trouble if you can. There’s no glory in wrestling with it for fun. But if it finds you — and sometimes it will — stand tall. Don’t run from what’s right just because it’s messy.

He pointed toward the yard, where the shadows were growing long.

Papa: Keep your eyes open, not just straight ahead. Remember your peripheral vision. Life’s not always what’s right in front of you. The real dangers — and the real beauty — sometimes sit just off to the side. Don’t miss them. There's beauty everywhere – you just have to become aware of it.

Ruth: Peripheral vision? Like in boxing?

Papa: (nodding) Exactly. In life, too. Pay attention to who’s beside you, who’s behind you, who’s quiet in the corner. Sometimes the folks who need kindness most are the ones you don’t notice at first glance.

He smiled, watching the fireflies drift higher.

Papa: Surround yourself with good, kind people. You’ll know them when you find them — they’ll lift you up without saying much. They’ll make you better just by being near. And when you can, be that person for someone else. The popular ones aren't always the kind ones.

Emma: How do you know who’s good?

Papa: (pauses) Listen to how you feel when you’re with them. Do they make you want to brag, or do they make you want to do better? The right kind of people don’t just cheer you up — they help you grow. Do they treat those less fortunate kindly?

Ruth: You always say, “Make a difference every day.” But what if I can’t do something big?

Papa: Big doesn’t mean loud, sweetie. Sometimes making a difference is helping one person breathe easier. A kind word. A small act. The world changes one quiet thing at a time.

He looked at them all — their faces catching the light from the sunroom, still young, but already carrying questions bigger than their years.

Papa: There’s no one else like you in this world. Not one. You’re unique, and you’re meant to be. Don’t spend your life trying to fit someone else’s outline. The world needs your shape — your voice, your heart, your way of seeing. Your way of feeling. 

Emma: But what if people don’t like it?

Papa: Some won’t. That’s okay. The right people will. You weren’t made to please everyone; you were made to live true. Be yourself — and be kind doing it.

The rocking slowed. The air grew cooler. The stars were starting to come out, one by one.

Papa: Here’s what I’ve learned, after all these years: if you can end each day knowing you were kind, honest, and brave — if you did one thing to make the world better — you’ve done just fine.

Ruth: That’s your code, isn’t it, Papa?

Papa: (soft smile) That’s right. Papa’s Code. Not fancy. Not complicated. But it’ll steer you straight if you let it.

He looked at them for a long moment, the kind of look that says more than words.

Papa: You three — you’re my heart walking around in the world. Whatever happens, wherever you go, remember this: Do what’s right. Be kind. Stand tall. Keep your eyes open. Make a difference. And never forget —

He paused, the words catching in his throat, but his eyes said the rest.

Papa: I will always love you. ❤️

The swing swung, and the night filled in the silence — soft, steady, full of promise.

                                                                                                                                                                  Author Joe Koenig 2025

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