By coincidence I’m currently reading this, a book called “Virtual Worlds” by Benjamin Woolley. It was published in 1992. It’s melancholic because I was embarking on a computer course at college en route to computing at university, and it was precisely the kind of thing I might have read back when it was new (I can’t remember if I did). It’s British, and so it takes a sceptical, unsentimental tone, and actually has much more to say about the zeitgeist of cyberculture than VR itself. I imagine if the book had been American it would simply have been a mass of hype. Americans all invest in the stock market and do not tolerate anything that might affect this; you can’t trust them on matters of fact.
It’s melancholic reading about Timothy Leary, Wes Thomas, Jaron Lanier etc. They’re either dead now or yesterday’s men. Nicholas Negroponte is still around. This being 1992, Steven Jobs appears very briefly, as the head of NeXT, which is working on Zilla, a “community supercomputer” (e.g a network of NeXT machines).
As with a lot of futurism the basics are sound but the timescale is way off, and there are odd assumptions that snowball into ridiculous conclusions (the old idea that modems would be around forever and so therefore we’d never be able to download video and so therefore in the future television programmes would have CGI sets generated by your computer, with only video footage of the actors being transmitted, etc).
But, er, the 1990s. My only real experience is with the late 1990s, which seems much like today; from a young person’s perspective the biggest difference is that media is far more readily available. It was difficult getting hold of John Woo films or Japanese animation back then. If you wanted to listen to drum’n’bass 12" singles of the Aphex Twin’s Analogue Bubblebath series you either had to buy them or get a friend to tape them. I’m tempted to say that there was a less stark divide between rich and poor, especially in London, but I have no idea if this is true. People were living in sheds in the early 2000s.
In general my answer is that the progress of society since then has been much like the progress of computing. The fundamentals are the same, it’s just that in the 1990s everything took longer and was more difficult; but nowadays the competition has advanced, and so relatively speaking no-one has an advantage. Even in terms of the internet there were analogues of things we have today, at least by the end of the decade.
In a wide geopolitical sense there was a feeling that war was over, the world was doing a-okay, people who joined the army were idiots and the future was the stock market and endless money. But then as now the newspapers and Wired magazine are full of rubbish, and ultimately it’s all about money, and you can’t trust people on the subject of money because it’s like having an erection, it clouds the mind and causes your trousers to bulge out. Some people are embarrassed about standing up, some people don’t care what other people think about their bulge.
As for coffee shops, at least in the UK I associate them with people blogging about Howard Dean using their wi-fi laptops, which is really a mid-2000s thing. The 1990s was Irish theme pubs and gastropubs. Coffee shops were a bit modern, a bit hip, a London thing for Londoners. Back in the 1990s laptops cost thousands of pounds and were still barely fit for purpose. Without affordable laptops and wi-fi, what was the point of going to a coffee shop? What were you supposed to do?
Looking back, I have the impression that you really had to be staggeringly wealthy to afford a decent sports car in the UK in the 1960s, and for most people there was simply no hope whatsoever of owning an Aston Martin. No hope at all, it wasn’t even worth dreaming about. Now there are very few things that are completely out of reach; it’s as if houses have taken the place of luxury goods as the thing that people cannot even dream about, the bleak thing being that without a house you are homeless, without an Aston Martin you can still drive around. I often wonder if Western politicians have seen the model in Brazil and other places like that - a small number of rich people, everybody else living in awful murder holes, a police force to keep them there - and have decided that they aren’t even going to bother pretending to care for the poor any more. Fuck 'em, let them die. But was that any different in the 1980s, the 1930s? I just don’t know.