I've never been very fond of arguments about whether x is better than y, or if z is truly excellent. Ballard is a writer with faults, but I like him nevertheless. I also think he has contemporary relevance, with his distressing tales of the individual anxiously cowering under flight-paths, tormented by new and bewildering obsessions, and disappearing into the broader destruction of its surrounding environment. I always try to buy my Ballards second-hand, battered old pulp editions are my ideal favourite. Sometimes their previous owner have passed judgement on them before sending them on their way. The final sentence of my copy of The Wind from Nowhere (reputedly written in entirety in two frantic weeks) is underlined, with the pencil annotation; stupid, negates the whole book.
I wonder who has the film rights, too? Both The Drowned World and The Unlimited Dream Company would make marvellous films now the technology's there.
In other news, I have been making wedding invites, for we must be wed: