J.G. Ballard, England's greatest post-war writer, died today. His comparison (in his 1969 novel The Atrocity Exhibition) of the balconies of a concrete apartment block to the reappearing vestigial gills of a dying cancerous film star will always remain with me. The same novel also included a chapter titled 'Why I Want to Fuck Ronald Reagan.'
Mr Ballard, we salute you.
(Read an online version of Ballard's piece 'The Assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy Considered as a Downhill Motor Race' here)
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