JG Ballard's Apocalyptic Art
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In his longer works, Ballard's ideas often wore a bit thin. In particular, his late novels (Cocaine Nights, etc.) are the longest — beautifully written, sure, but they are essentially reskinned versions of his earlier High-Rise and Running Wild, where he already perfected the motif of humans in gated communities reverting to base, animal, violent behaviour. We didn't really need those; he'd already made his point.
I do recommend getting his "The Complete Stories of J. G. Ballard" (not to be confused with "The Complete Short Stories of J. G. Ballard: Volume 1" and "Volume 2", both of which it supercedes). It includes classics such as "The Concentration City", "Studio 5, The Stars", "A Question of Re-Entry", "Billenium", and "The Garden of Time".
While I've always enjoyed Ballard's coldly satirical perspective on modern life (The Atrocity Exhibition maybe being the pinnacle of this), I think he's at his best when he gets looser and a bit weird. Nature succumbing to strange mutations feature in The Drowned World, but The Crystal World is absolutely supercharged with hallucinogenic weirdness, a fever dream that turns magical-realist in the end. Later novels touch on this man/nature dichotomy, but not as strongly as his earlier work, although late short stories like "Dream Cargoes" revisit that theme.
I've always liked the phrase "Inner space, not outer space" when describing his particular version of science fiction.
I would like to defend the movie in one important regard. It felt like a Ballard movie. Grey, concrete, very British and very 70s but also dreamlike and somewhat surreal.
I can't think of another movie that achieved that.
The wikipedia page, for what that's worth, appears to agree:
Life in the high-rise begins to degenerate quickly, as minor power failures and petty grievances among neighbours and between rival floors escalate into an orgy of violence. Skirmishes become frequent throughout the building as whole floors of tenants try to claim lifts and hold them for their own. Groups gather to defend their rights to the swimming pools, and party-goers attack "enemy floors" to raid and vandalise them.
The outcome is as you recall: The lower, middle, and upper floors of the building gradually stratify into distinct groups.
I believe it's a thesis of Ballard's that no matter the initial state social systems evolve (for the worse) into stratified rivalries, I suspect this may have been burnt into his soul by his experieces as a young boy interned during Japanese occupation.If we want to look ahead to 2034, who is writing the novel that defines the next decade?
Or to think of it another way, what would Ballard write about today that he would see coming in 2036?