So J.G. Ballard has died, and he was pretty old--78, I believe.
There are times when I prefer blogging to doing a radio show, but this isn't one of them. If I were broadcasting to you now, I would probably read some excerpts from some Ballard short stories, and then I would play music by some of the bands who were influenced by his work, or who quoted his work in their music, and you might be surprised: Joy Division's "Atrocity Exhibition," sure, but what about "Video Killed the Radio Star?" And there are others. (I would not play Hawkwind, but that's just personal taste.) I would probably talk about the movie "Crash" and make fun of Holly Hunter fishing out her tit at the slightest provocation. It would probably be a nice little half hour or so, you and I together, considering the life, and the work, and all. Maybe if I were more clever, I could do all that here for you, give you the quotations to read for yourself, and set up some links to all those songs, or maybe even a video clip. But ... I dunno. It's not how I want to do it. Sorry. I'm not that blogger.
But let me at least share my favorite Ballard factoid: He started writing when he was in the R.A.F. and they stationed him in Moose Jaw, Canada, for 6 months. Jeez, you can't blame him.
Thanks for reading my blogpost this week, etc.
J.G. Ballard died? Shit. I need to stop relying on CNN for my news.
Posted by: M Munro | April 20, 2009 at 07:39 PM
Can I suggest one thing? Podcast. It's great for those 'must broadcast this' instant moments ;-)
But yeah, sad. His later books seem to have a sort of cantankerous, harsh look on the world, but I will always love Empire of the Sun, best child's view of a war, and probably adults other than maybe Vonnegut, ever.
Posted by: tim from Radio Clash | April 20, 2009 at 08:35 PM
If you pretend to do the show, I'll pretend I'm listening.
No, seriously.
Posted by: Tommy | April 20, 2009 at 09:43 PM
Try the BBC's website, M Munro.
Posted by: Brother Francis | April 20, 2009 at 09:47 PM
Concrete Island: piss on your competition.
Posted by: boil | April 20, 2009 at 10:15 PM
I guess your Holly Hunter reference shows that you're not tit-blind, Former-DJ Bronwyn.
Posted by: Listner Jim | April 21, 2009 at 10:44 AM
Nope, and I never forget a penis, either.
Posted by: Bronwyn C. | April 21, 2009 at 10:48 AM
No doubt Ballard would be thrilled that even his obit uncorks an outpouring of repressed aggression and sexuality...
Posted by: K | April 21, 2009 at 02:23 PM
K: Beautiful.
Francis: Capital idea.
Posted by: M Munro | April 21, 2009 at 05:11 PM
I'm going to miss him. A great writer. The movie of Crash doesn't do justice to the book.
Posted by: Ivy | April 22, 2009 at 06:02 AM
The Firecracker is Bronwyn?
Posted by: Hornet | April 23, 2009 at 12:25 PM
I'm a Ballard fan, but I'm a bigger Bronwyn fan. Please, please, please start audio broadcasting again soon. You're loved & missed dearly!
Posted by: Yedna | April 23, 2009 at 01:50 PM
I agree Cronenberg's CRASH is but a pale shadow of Ballard's CRASH, and I speak as a Cronenberg fan. I tried to read CRASH back in the 80s and could not get through it; it wasn't difficult reading, in the way Burroughs can be, but it possessed a powerfully unsavory quality, as if one were reading the diary of a pederast, or inhabiting the mind of an insane person. When Cronenberg's adaptation was announced, I decided I'd try the book again. I was able to complete the book on my second attempt, though I found it no less creepy and difficult, but when I reached the end, I knew I had read one of the great contemporary novels, and I do plan to revisit it again. The film was brittle and superficial by contrast, and doesn't in the least tap into or convey the deep unease and derangement as does the book.
Posted by: robert1014 | April 24, 2009 at 10:48 AM