Sunday, 19 April 2009

Now: Zero



J.G Ballard has died at the age of 78.

I have read more of Ballard's books than of any other author, and like the world less now he is no longer part of it.

In an unhappy coincidence related to my previous post, Ballard and Peter Wyngarde knew each other, having both been interned at the Lunghua Camp in Singapore during the war.

I can recommend more or less every word he ever wrote, but my personal choices are 'High Rise' and 'Concrete Island', both featuring his obsession with how quickly the thin veneer of civilisation peels away under stress, and the savagery of survival.

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