Sunday, January 12, 2020

Old haunts revisited

Haunts of the Halifax Slasher, my psychogeographic exploration of the weird phantom menace phenomenon of 1938, was published in Strange Attractor Journal volume 2.

That journal is now long out of print and, since closing down my old 2ubh.com website last year, the article has not been widely available.

I am now preparing a new edition, with new content including a postscript from a return to these old haunts in November 2019. It'll be available as a paperback and ebook via Amazon, in a similar format to my novel Blue Shift, this spring. That's a potential cover shot above.

Further details to come.

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Saturday, October 14, 2017

Blue Shift

Blue Shift, my rather long-gestating novel, is now available from Amazon as a paperback and Kindle ebook.

You can read some short selected extracts on the Blue Shift tumblr.

It's been quite a journey. It's some 22 years since I first put pen to paper on the book, which was a little longer than I anticipated. I probably knocked out a decent third of the book in that first idle summer after finishing university, then squeezed out chapters at increasingly irregular intervals over the following years. Other stuff got in the way, and there was a big stumbling block in the story that I couldn't quite see over.

Five years ago or so, as discussed previously, I reworked the first half as a more-or-less standalone ebook. Despite some very positive comments from readers, the sales did not immediately spur me to finish the thing. Still, it came along in dribs and drabs. Last year, with half a dozen chapters to be written and a new iPad that let me hammer away from the comfort of a garden deckchair, I resolved to get it done.

With further editing, it was pretty much over by Christmas. It's probably a better novel than it would have been if I had finished it when I were but a callow youth. I certainly did a fair amount of editing and rewriting to be done on the earliest parts, taking pains not to lose the authenticity of the youthful voice (the book is, after all, largely concerned with the end of youth). Maybe it just took me so long to properly work up the requisite levels of bitterness and spite to see me through the final scenes.

Then off went the manuscript (or, in most cases, sample and synopsis) to as many suitable publishers as I could find. Back came the brusque sorry-not-for-us notes. Yes, it's as depressing as they say.

So I looked at self-publishing. It's the punk thing to do.

I became aware of the Amazon self-publishing service after buying one or two volumes by Pat Mills (who wrote some of the earliest things I remember reading, like Flesh and The Cursed Earth in 2000AD and the Doctor Who Weekly strips, and who pretty much radicalised me in my teens with Third World War). I did ponder the ethics of using Amazon, for all the usual reasons, but ultimately decided that if it's good enough for Pat Mills...


I'm pretty happy with the quality of the print-on-demand paperbacks. The cover material isn't quite the best, and I'm sad that I can't have them exactly mimic the size and feel of the classic Penguin paperback (if only to match the cover design, a homage to Franco Grignani's SF classics), but I've bought worse-quality paperbacks from real publishers. At the least, it's a pleasure to have the book as an actual book you can hold, or put on the shelf, or give to people, or leave in secondhand bookshops for unsuspecting browsers.

So here it is. It's a grimly comic novel about cosmology and dancing. It's very reasonably priced. If you're reading this, you might like it.



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Friday, April 10, 2015

Some notes on The LSD Dossier

The LSD Dossier
This is one of those occasional gems you can pick up if you habitually peruse secondhand bookshops – in this case, from a quick visit to that one at the bottom of Haworth's Main Street, for a princely £2.

It's interesting for at least two reasons. First (with a cap tip to Mike Holliday for knowing about such things), it's actually (mostly) written by Michael Moorcock, a rather more noted name than the credited Roger Harris.

According to the Multiverse Moorcock fan site, the book was originally written by Harris (though the name was possibly a pseudonym) but was more or less unpublishable. Moorcock rewrote the bulk of it because it was easier than trying to edit the prose. As Moorcock recalled:
"LSD Dossier wasn't my title, of course, and Roger Harris was a real person non-too-pleased with my revisions which mainly consisted of throwing away everything but his revised first chapter and a middle chapter and doing the rest myself."

From the evidence of the first chapter and, I'd guess, the seventh, it was a fair judgment. It does however make the author's biography on the back cover even more poignant.

The LSD Dossier

Moorcock's rewrite is decidedly functional rather than some lost masterpiece. Still, as probably the rarest book by Moorcock, it can apparently fetch something over $100 from completists. So £2 well invested.

But it was the other aspect of the book that made me pick it up in the first place. It was published in 1966, the year that LSD entered the public consciousness in the UK.

As detailed in Andy Roberts's excellent Albion Dreaming: A popular history of LSD in Britain, the nascent London hippy scene only really took to the drug in late 1965. RD Laing had been experimenting with LSD since 1960; and it had arrived on the mod scene around the same time, as evidenced in Teddy Taylor's 1961 novel Baron's Court, All Change (another gem of a find for me, as I picked up a pristine copy of the 1965 Four Square paperback for a few quid at London's South Bank book market a couple of years ago).

Michael Hollingshead, who'd introduced Timothy Leary to LSD, arrived in London in October '65 and set up the World Psychedelic Centre in Pont Street, Chelsea; in January '66, a police raid failed to find any LSD but charged Hollingshead and others with possession of other drugs. The same month also saw the first happening put on by John 'Hoppy' Hopkins, the Spontaneous Underground in Wardour Street. The first LSD arrest took place in February, and the full moral panic kicked off after London Life's expose on 19 March  (LSD – the drug that could turn on London), quickly followed up by the likes of News of the World and People. 

Disappointingly, there's no sense of this in The LSD Dossier. The drug and the threat are entirely foreign to London – the plot revolves around an attempted coup in a South American country, using a weaponised form of LSD, with the involvement of British intelligence driven purely by Cold War interests.

The threat involves a fungal strain of LSD-25 which grows on the leaves of banana plants (which did make me ponder potential links with the old 'mellow yellow' myth about the psychedelic properties of banana skins), with the aim of destabilising the populace of "hard-worked, hard-starved péons" and causing economic collapse.

It was dangerous – even the people Allard had known who were willing to try anything had agreed on that. Few of them would touch it after trying it once. It induced fantasies – fantastic, transcendental hallucinations, dark visions. [...] LSD-25 was capable of releasing anyone's psychotic tendencies.

Even more terrifyingly, a later twist reveals, the LSD has also been processed into a gas:
All Gila had to do was spray the countryside with LSD gas, driving all who inhaled it into insanity. They would also become addicted. [...] A single plane could drop enough of the gas into the centre to paralyse the whole of Yutaxia. What a malleable population, too, thought Allard.

In this regard, the novel does chime with the contemporary tabloid panic. LSD is immediately addictive and leads directly to insanity. (Moorcock did later apologise.)

In the book's climax – its most entertaining sequence – our protagonist is dosed with the drug as part of the expected torture.

He drifted through infinite jungles. Brightly coloured jungles in which vast, grotesque birds flew, obscuring the sky. [...] 
For an eternity Allard was alone in an icy limbo where all the colours were bright and sharp and comfortless. 
For another eternity Allard swam through seas without end, all green and cool and deep, where distorted creatures drifted, sometimes attacking him. 
And then, at last, he had reached the real world – the world he had created, where he was God and could create or destroy whatever he wished. etc...

Fortunately, there's an antidote.

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Thursday, May 01, 2014

May day


May day morn
 Castle Hill c5.30am, 1 May 2014.

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Wednesday, March 05, 2014

The road out of Huddersfield

In the wing mirror
the town glows stone gold
like the fabled city
on the World Bank's road.

Rising into Lepton
a subatomic particle
weakly interactive
or little neutral one.

And the mast on the moor
a television rocket
made of concrete
touches the sky.

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Monday, August 27, 2012

Pretty sharp character

DON'T WRITE DOWN TO YOUR READERS!
It is common knowledge that a large portion of comic magazine readers are adults, and the rest of the readers who may be kids are pretty sharp characters. They are used to seeing movies and listening to radio shows...

Wise advice from the 24-year-old legend-to-be Stan Lee, Writer's Digest, November 1947. Reproduced in Herbert Marshall McLuhan's The Mechanical Bride (1951).

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Monday, September 26, 2011

JGB: notes on Further Reflections

If Christ came again
On Friday 23 September 2011, I attended an event at the British Library titled 'JG Ballard - Further Reflections'. The event marked the end of the Library's 'Out of this world' exhibition, and the opening of the archive of Ballard's manuscripts and papers, donated to the Library in lieu of inheritance tax.
The following is incomplete notes from the two hour event.

The host
Philip Dodd, presenter of Radio 3's 'Night Waves', who interviewed JGB in 2008.
"I wonder what he would think of this event. I know part of him would have be pleased. Part of him would be horrified."

The unexploded bomb
First speaker: Toby Litt, novelist, who interviewed JGB in 2006.
Litt began by recounting his 'though experiment' (previously aired at the Kosmopolis conference in Barcelona 2008, and elsewhere), that Ballard's true work was the construction of a vast network of tunnels beneath his house in Shepperton. This account was now updated, however: "There has been a structural examination of the house, and no tunnel has been discovered."
Welcome to Shepperton
"The problem of getting Ballard wrong is still with us. Ballard is now too often presented as a defused bomb. I'd like to propose another thought experiment. I'd like to put my ear against the bomb, just to see if it might not still be ticking."
A new thought experiment: at Lunghua, young Jim was taught about Communism by an older boy, Philip. "Jim will eventually try to paint over his lifelong conversion to Marxism-Leninism with the gloss of Americanism. But the rest of Jim's life will be dedicated to exposing the violent nature of Western Capitalist Imperialism."
Of course, this is not real.

Crash
A short reading from the introduction.

Lord Jim
John Gray, political philosopher, who interviewed JGB in 2000.
On Litt's tunneling experiment: "I thought was very illuminating and closer to fact that recent biographical excursions of Jim's life. It has external support. In the annotated Atrocity Exhibition, Ballard writes that there are no coincidences, everyone's life is a secret assignment. The nature of the assignment is unknown to the agent.
On the Marxist-Leninist theory: "They would be rather conventional views. In as far as Ballard could be put in a tradition, it's closer to that of Joseph Conrad. As a view of the world, and human beings in the world. There are some important affinities and similarities, as well as important differences.
cf 'Lord Jim' - don't be afraid of the waters, just hurl yourself in.
"He had a certain profound distance from humanism, by which I mean a belief in human progress. Conrad didn't believe that, but he did subscribe to the idea that humans can, by immersing themselves in the destructive element, can leave some kind of mark on the world.
Contrast with the Christian idea of redemptive action. "It's clear Conrad didn't think that way. I don't think Ballard thought that way either.
"But there are differences between the two. The profound one is, in Conrad the result of immersing yourself is always left in doubt. In Ballard, there's a much more positive view, starting with 'The Drowned World'.
"If there's anything positive in Ballard, it's linking up with a different kind of time, one in which history in the conventional sense is irrelevant. What Ballard was doing, I think, is expressed in the title 'Myths of the Near Future'. Myths which are peculiarly interesting if you really do shed the religious philosophy of the past."

This terrible city

The Drought
A short reading.

Questions
What does it mean when Ballard writes well?
Litt: "He was always far more interested in images than ideas. He mesmerised himself at the desk and always wanted to mesmerise with the book."
Gray: "When he wrote best, he produces a gallery of paintings."

Did Ballard's views on humanism and values go through a shift after 'Empire of the Sun'?
Thoughts on 'Wind From Nowhere' (manuscript excluded from the archive)?
Gray: "I don't see any fundamental shift in his writing.
Litt: "I do think there's a shift. With 'Empire of the Sun', there's a certain coming out from behind the curtain. In a way that disappointed me because I found the imaginary world very powerful. As part of that, 'Wind From Nowhere' will sneak back into the canon.

Further similarities between Ballard and Conrad?
Gray: "Lots and lots. One is the male protagonists are very often isolated ones who don't think they can any longer alter the shape of their lives. There are many others, including literary ones."

The producer
Jeremy Thomas, producer of Cronenberg's 'Crash', working on 'High Rise' with Natali.
"My first meeting with Jim was through David Cronenberg. He said to me he'd like to make a film of 'Crash'. Jim loved cinema - he was really an enthusiast who saw lots of movies. He loved the film [of 'Crash']. A lot of times, writers are unhappy with how a book has been adapted, but he was absolutely thrilled.
"[Cronenberg and Ballard] were in a suburban way very subversive. They were regular guys but inside their heads something special was going on."
Thomas' father directed the 'Doctor' films and his uncle directed the 'Carry Ons' so producing 'Crash' was "an antidote".
Snuff
'High Rise' adaptation is still in the pipeline. "The script has been developed. The film industry is fairly arid at the moment, but I know we're going to make this film. Technology has now played into our hands, and we can make a film about a building a mile high."
On the 'Crash' furore: a political action, with the Government at the time wanting to be seen to be making a stand on road safety issues. "Jim said it was a really good advert for safety belts."
On proposed 'Super-Cannes' and 'Cocaine Nights' adaptations: "I felt there was a film script behind the books. I tried to adapt them with Paul Mayersberg. We adapted the script of 'Super-Cannes', but it was one of those films that fall by the wayside."

Empire of the Sun
A reading.

He's everyone's
Fay and Bea, Ballard's daughters.
Fay: "It's quite bizarre - since Dad's death, he's become for me a much more public figure, and I found that very hard. When I thought about my Dad, it was usually in a Chinese restaurant with the family. It feels quite strange. I found myself in this mindset that he's entered the literary canon. He's everyone's. He's not just my Dad any more. I'm getting used to the idea that we need to talk about him.
Bea: "It's very moving to see those images [projected above the stage]. We had such an intimate relationship with him because he brought us up on his own. It's rather strange in a way to suddenly have that person discussed in public. At the same time, it's wonderful to have him being celebrated.
He would write in one room while the children played in the next. "I remember him mouthing the words, literally saying them and turning them over in his mind. He loved being at home."
"I remember being aware of his significance. I was reading the NME and remember reading this piece held him up as an incredible cultural icon - I'd think hey, my Dad's really cool. He loved reading the NME too, because he was interested in youth culture. He loved the idea of punk."
Fay: "Some of the books seemed to flow quite well, and others seemed to take longer. That would be evident in the manuscripts."
Bea: "He always said he'd have the idea for the next book while he was writing the current one."
Fay: "The manuscripts are a lot like sculptures. He didn't want to use a computer, he wanted to scratch out the words."
"I didn't read his books until I went to university. Then, I was reading JG Ballard, I wasn't reading my Dad."
Flight
Bea also only started reading her father's work at university. Both agree with the parallels with Conrad.
Thoughts on 'Empire of the Sun'?
Fay: "He made it clear it was a story. It wasn't his autobiography. He had talked about those years so we had a sense of what it was about then.
Bea: "I particularly enjoyed 'The Kindness of Women'. 'Miracles of Life', I couldn't wait to read that.
"[After 'Empire of the Sun'] he remained the same person. He didn't care about material things."

Gaining merit
Claire Walsh, Ballard's long-term partner.
What do you remember about first meeting Jim? "His intensity. It was a blind date that Michael Moorcock arranged."
Went to a sci-fi convention in the late 60s - he had a running battle with the 'hardware guys'. "His own relationship with science fiction changed a lot. He was moving away from SF. By the middle of his life, he didn't want to be called a SF writer.
"In a way, the second half of his life was writing for a different audience, in as far as he was writing for any audience.
"He thought about ideas for 'Crash' for quite a long time before he wrote it. I did a lot of research for Jim, and found the title 'Tolerances of the Human Face'.
"If there was anything he believed in, it was the redemptive power of hard work - his phrase for that was one 'gained merit'.
"Immersing himself in the most destructive element I would say made sense for him, probably less so in the later books. There you see him drawing back and observing. But working hard and gaining merit was an absolute maxim for him.
"Seeing the pages of 'Crash' in the British Library Treasures Room makes me wonder if it's possible to be subversive any more.
Dodd: "History forgives those who write well."

Spiral

Theoretical spiral
Chris Beckett, curator and cataloguer of the Ballard archive.
The archive includes manuscripts or typescripts for all the novels apart from 'Wind From Nowhere' and 'Unlimited Dream Company' (the latter is held in Texas).
"'Empire of the Sun' is written in a very vigorous flowing hand.
"What the archive offers is the opportunity to reground Ballard studies. We've had a lot of theory - there's a danger that when reading becomes too theory-based that we spiral away from the text. It gives the opportunity to refocus on the text - the right words in the right order."

Final questions
Short stories?
Gray: "Memories of the Space Age' contains absolutely everything in terms of themes and style. He said if anyone else wrote that, they'd turn them into a 400-page novel because there's nowhere to sell a short story now."

Ballard's frugality versus the opulence of his very early life in Shanghai?
Fay: "I don't think he particularly liked the opulence he had as a child. In terms of frugality, maybe the camp days never really left him. He just wasn't interested in materialism. It was just a bore to go and buy a new chair. It meant an afternoon in Bentalls.
Bearpit
Bea: "He always encouraged us to value food. He was always obsessed with the house being warm enough, but he didn't want the hassle. He didn't have central heating because he couldn't bear someone who'd come to the house and disturb the writing.
Claire: "Jim was a great believer in nothing couldn't be fixed with fuse wire and superglue. Things would stay unfixed. He made do and mended.
"The reason the short stories aren't here [in the archive] is that they don't exist. Jim was very ambivalent about archives. He claimed that he threw everything away. I don't know how the [Unlimited Dream Manuscript] got to the States, but I know one was stolen.
"He wanted people to see the final thing. He didn't want people to see the working [he didn't want people to see where he got names from or what he'd been reading] - he found that very intrusive. He didn't like people knocking on his door. He kept the workings away as far as he could."

Similarity to Borges?
Litt: "There's a tendency to dehumanise his subjects."
Also parallels with Shakespeare - the later stories were comic recapitulations of what he'd earlier written as tragedy.

How it isn't

Interest in youth culture?
Bea: "He was always switched on and watched a huge amount of TV - he was very switched on about developments in TV. Things like 'Big Brother' he saw coming 10-15 years before it arrived. He was very prescient about this sort of thing because he took an interest."
Fay: "He watched 'Top of the Pops' with us. He loved 'Hawaii 5-0'."
Claire: "He lost his interest in TV, but he carried on watching 'CSI'."

One memory?
Litt: "Today we found some things might go faster than light. Isn't that perfect?"
Gray: "Jim's love of ice cream."
Fay: "I'm sitting on my bed, he says 'Darling, I can see a pelican next to you'."
Bea: "Sitting on the sofa."
Claire: "He would come on Saturday afternoon and I'd see the car going round the corner - seeing each other afresh was like having a date every week."

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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Myths of the Near Future

Kosmopolitan

The Kosmopolis 08 international literature fest, based at the Centre de Cultura Contemporània de Barcelona (CCCB) in October 2008, included several events focusing on JG Ballard, to coincide with the venue's 'JG Ballard - Autopsy of the new millennium' exhibition.

The main English-language event was a panel discussion titled 'Myths of the Near Future', held on Saturday 25 October at 5pm. The panel was chaired by Jordi Costa, curator of the 'Autopsy' exhibition. On the panel were Simon Sellars of Ballardian.com; writer and media critic Bruce Sterling; and V Vale of Re/Search Publications.

Following a Spanish-language introduction from Costa, Vale presented a 15-minute video detailing his relationship and work with JGB. This included a message to the festival from JGB, recorded a week earlier in Shepperton:
"Hello Barcelona. I hope everyone there is enjoying the show, if I'm allowed to call it that. Vale is taking charge of everything, and I leave him to represent me."

A message from Shepperton

The following panel discussion was led by questions in Spanish, with simultaneous translation for the participants and audience members via earpiece. The discussion is here presented in the spirit of Ballard's 'Answers to a Questionnaire'.


Costa:

Sterling: I'm of the school who believes JG Ballard really is a science fiction writer, and I think he made very wise choices in the sciences he was interested in. He did in fact work on this engineering and technology publication for quite a while. He was famous for saying that the rubbish can of science was the gold mine of science fiction. That's certainly something I learned a lot from. But while a lot of science fiction writers were interested in topics like space flight and robots and atomic power and nuclear physics, Ballard was always interested in medicine, and psychotherapy, and extremes of human behaviour, and hysteria, and panic, and weapons.
I think his chosen scientific topics had more literary value than the ones that were chosen by his colleagues in science fiction. That's why his work has lasted, and that's why he was able to capture something about the nature of society that lets us use terms like 'Ballardian'. He just had a better literary understanding than most of his colleagues, a better set of tools, deeper insights that were better expressed, and that's why he's a major cultural figure while most science fiction writers are genre writers.

Costa:

Sellars: I think the adjective 'Ballardian' will become immortal, because I think that, to take what Bruce has said about the way Ballard turned from the traditional notion of science fiction from outer space to inner space, I think that was a very prophetic move. He saw the way technology was heading. There's a famous phrase of his that he wanted to explore the next five minutes rather than the next 500 years. To me, that says that he saw that technology was creating a turning inward in a psychological sense. He saw the democratisation of technology, in terms of technology that - in a phrase of Bruce's from the cyberpunk era - would stick to the skin rather than being something else. He would write abut this stuff rather than the modernist aesthetic of rockets and outer space. I think that was a very prophetic move.
Also, he saw the way that we're entering this globally homogeneous space, a sort of eventless present as he likes to call it, where you virtually can go to any country in the world. He talks about the areas around motorways and airports as a metaphor for this homogeneous space, and I think he saw the implications of where this is all heading. He also reacted against it, so I see his work as a resistance against this sort of corporate culture, and against the drive of, I guess, late capitalism to classify and categorise everything.
To me, the most important thing about Ballard is providing this space that he evokes, that preservation of inner spaces and autonomous zones. I've been reading a lot of mainstream newspaper articles recently, talking about the colonisation of inner space and the way we're really crowded with information. The terms that were used and the arguments they were making were the things that Ballard was talking about in the '60s. In that sense, I'd say there was this philosophy of resistance to a political culture. To me, that's a sort of ideal for living.

Welcome to Ballardland

Costa:

Sterling: I think what you're asking there is, like, is his work due to date because he's a period figure. No, I don't think so. Like the work of William Burroughs, there are aspects of Ballard's work which will be very frightening and even astonishing to people in a hundred years. It's true that some things that he foresaw have become everyday things among us, but there are aspects of Ballard's work which are really intensely visionary and are never going to be seen in everyday experience, like say 'The Crystal World' disaster novel, or something goes wrong with the structure of time and people are overwhelmed by this cosmic disaster. As a young man, that was one of the touchstones of my literary experience - it's by no means a realist novel, but it had a really powerful, emotional, liberating effect on me as a teenager, just because it was showing me the scope of things that it's possible to imagine.
Ballard has a tremendous power of imagination which the passage of time is not going to be able to dim. There are topics of his which will become out-dated, like Marilyn Monroe or John F Kennedy that are going to be period figures. In a way he's a lot like Kafka - even though Kafka writes about the experience of the 1930s, when we say 'Kafkaesque', we know what that means, that no real bureaucracy will be as ideally horrible as a Kafka bureaucracy, no disaster (although we have plenty) can ever be as ecstatic and total as a Ballard disaster.

Costa:

Vale: You know, Ballard is a very wise man in his judgement, and I'm thinking that of course when he starts taking in the input of information about the financial crisis, what is he thinking about. He's not really thinking about himself, he's thinking about the welfare of his children and grandchildren, I think. Also, he knows who his audience is. I'm also a parent. This may sound strange, but he actually heartened me with his response. He more or less said to me, regarding the current state of financial chaos, downturn, whatever you call it - he said you know, I remain optimistic. I was really happy about that, regardless of whether there's any foundation or not.
I think it is important to preserve a sense of optimism and hope. In many situations, I think, one can only hope. There certainly isn't any point in just becoming very depressed, because that takes away your power, especially the power of your imagination which Ballard himself has demonstrated and incarnated in his life. He walks down the street and every time he does, it might be the same street but the street is transformed in his imagination. This is something we can all do - we don't have to take reality at face value. There has to be another dimension of inner space and inner strength we can tap, and that's got to be built up in each one of us by a sustained exercise - daily, hourly, minutely - of the imagination. Please, never take anything at face value, you never accept any of these mass media notions of reality.

Sellars: I think that's true, and that's why Ballard's books are optimistic. It's a misreading when people say they're a negative vision of the world - you hear that so often about Ballard's work. But for the reasons you say, the characters are trying to make sense of chaos, and that transforms the world.

Credo

Sterling: I completely agree. He is a fantasist, he's not a realist writer. I find his work attractive because of the sense of liberation and inspiration and release that he gives me. Really, as a young man of imaginative bent, when I was reading these early books of Ballard in the 1960s, I was never depressed or upset by them for a moment. To me, they were one torrent of good news. They were like sunlight through a [brick?] wall in the existence I had as a young teen in a small Texan industrial town.
This is someone who really is a grand master of the imagination. Yes, he does have black humour, and yes he very much enjoys pulling the legs of the bourgeoisie, he likes to make harsh jokes at the expense of power figures, and he's really a clinician of the psychopathology of everyday life. There are a lot of things that people do in our society which are irrational and bad for us. He had a great deal of personal experience of that, and there are aspects of his own experience which are universal.
He's not a tremendously popular figure, he's not the author of 'Harry Potter', but he's by no means a minor figure. Certainly, in the circle of American science fiction writers of my generation - cyberpunks and humanists and so forth - this was a towering figure. We used to have bitter struggles over who was more Ballardian than whom. We knew we were not fit to polish the man's boots, and we were scarcely able to understand how we could get to a position to do work which he might respect or stand, but at least we were able to see that the peak of achievement that he had reached. It was not like the slough of despond, that's just a rhetorical tactic.
To call Ballard depressing, it's like a Christian fundamentalist who says 'If I didn't believe Jesus was watching me, I'd kill myself' who then argues that therefore you must be suicidal because you don't have Jesus to help you make breakfast. You're not suicidal if you understand JG Ballard. On the contrary, this guy's a consummate survivor. Burroughs and his friends and the beatnik movement had a tremendous casualty list, whereas Ballard and his friends in the British New Wave movement and the Pop Art scene were actually fairly solid, well-balanced if unconventional individuals - people with jobs and children, they were not reedy figures. This is a towering oak tree of a writer, who wrote many volumes of consistently good, accomplished work.
Many science fiction writers have - even [Homer?] nods, it's common for a writer to do something unworthy of himself and you have to overlook that. In Ballard's case, I can't think of a single work. Even his minor work is very polished, very assured - he's never hasty, he's a consummate professional, he's really in charge of every sentence on the page. It's really no accident that he's being honoured at this event. I must say that I am enjoying the show, as he urged me to do, it's a lot of fun to see this happen.

Mythographers I

Vale: I think another thing about Ballard is, during my 32 years in publishing I've pretty much concentrated on the interview or the conversation format for a very simple reason. You don't give the questions in advance, and you just use your intuition to listen carefully and observe how the author responds in real-time to something completely unexpected and how they improvise answer. You're not even improvising if you're JG Ballard, this is just coming out of you without pause.
Really, the amount of editing I've had to do on all the people I've recorded and transcribed, the amount of editing was absolutely the least I've ever had to do with JG Ballard and, of course, William S Burroughs. Their conversations are practically extensions of their writing. I wish we could all be like that.

Sellars: Vale, can I ask did you get the sense through the interviews that Ballard was testing ideas that he would later come back to in his writing?

Vale: I don't think he tests, I really think there's almost a perfect marriage in his soul between - as soon as he starts talking and thinking and expressing himself, it's beyond some rational process level. It's just coming out, he has such an incredibly detailed and complete philosophy, such an evolved vision of the universe, unlike most of us he doesn't have to censor himself or choose his words carefully or any of that, it just comes out. One reason I like him so much is because you really think that he's considering your feelings, you really think that unlike 99 per cent of writers out there, he just tells the truth. I can't explain it any other way. I mean, how rare is that?

Scoggins

Costa:

Sterling: Well, I wouldn't call 'Crash' a jolly book by any means. It's a very sinister work which is well informed by a deep understanding of human psychopathology. In some ways, it's like expecting a medical textbook to be optimistic. If you read a medical textbook, it's usually a long list of terrible things that can go wrong with people. By the time you reach the end of a medical textbook, you're looking at yourself for symptoms - is it my liver, could it be my eyeballs?
I don't think that work in itself is a happy work, but when you put it down the sense of escaping that world gives you a strange uplifted feeling. It's like being subjected to a really violent massage, something on the edge of pain, and when it stops you have this sense of achievement and joy. It's like, what's the worst thing that can happen to me during the rest of my life? Will I be involved in a sexual cult involving crashed automobiles? Probably not, you know, and that's another reason to go on.

Vale: A writer often takes you - if you have an idea or a fantasy, I think you ought to take it to the utmost limit. It's only writing, it's not real life. In writing, you can kill people, you can do sexual things that you might not do in real life, but it's just writing, it's just words on paper. I think you have a duty to yourself to carry an obsession, any obsession is valid, to its utmost extension in writing, on paper, in the realm of the imagination - I'm not saying to do any of that in real life.

Sterling: I really don't think that's the ultimate extension of this particular problem. There are probably people in Nascar who are worse off than the characters in that. There are probably fans of monster racers in the United States who are more psychopathological than the characters in 'Crash'.
To me, the thing that I find really useful about that book is that most science fiction writers, if you asked them to write science fiction about cars, would write about, say, a flying car or a car that's also a submarine. They would not write about an intense psychosexual fixation with cars, or the car as another method of being, or people who are so dependent on cars they can't get through a day without cars. They certainly would not illuminate the truth about cars, which is they kill more of us than wars.
There's probably not a person in this audience who hasn't had a loved one injured or maimed or killed in a car. That's just the truth about cars, but we are very rarely shown that truth. Certainly not by the car industry. Sometimes there will be a mention of car safety in a car commercial, like your child is safe in the back seat, but you will never see a major car company of any description, from Fiat to Toyota or General Motors, apologising to the people who die in their vehicles, any more than you would see an armaments manufacturer saying, you know, I'm sorry people were killed by handguns. But it's true. It's not even like sort of true, it's kind of like a vast open scandal in our society that so many of us are murdered, I mean just slaughtered, by cars.

The intensive care unit

Sellars: But it's very ambiguous with Ballard, isn't it, because he's also aware of the seductive nature of cars and technology and speed.

Sterling: Well, we love our cars. But there's something wrong with a society that is so in love with something so destructive. I don't even know if it is wrong, it's a statement about the nature of mankind that we love that which destroys us. We're more interested in poisonous snakes than we are in rabbits, we're fascinated by things with the potential for menace, we find them arousing and exciting. The same goes for political leaders. Really, someone who promises to simply pave our streets and look after our children will be immediately thrown aside for a person who promises us blood and sweat and tears and toil and death and a sense of exultation. Ballard talks about this openly many times, about the attractive psychopathology of cult leaders. They have command over us because they can tap into our urge to harm ourselves, and we do.

Costa:

Vale: Well, there's a huge component of theatre in everyone's life. Ballard was the first that I read to point out how the invention and widespread adoption of the cellphone has led to almost everyone becoming a sort of actor. As they talk on their cellphones in public, they're acting a lot of the time, with their gestures, and it is kind of shocking to me how cellphone users will talk about the most intimate details of their lives while other people can overhear them.

Performance art

The thing is, what a book can do, it can, like, let you know in a pretty universalising way that you're not alone in any of your sexual fantasies or whatever, no matter how extreme you might have thought them. Your participation, even if just in your imagination, with these theatrical fantasies, you're just not alone. I suppose it's a form of justification to make your life easier for you. We do look to writers, I think, for help in navigating very perplexing times such as now when we have so many options for everything in our lives. What are some core values which can last when we're assaulted with so many contradictory media images, and they're usually either sexual or violent in nature, how do you sustain some kind of inner compass or barometer so we can survive all this?

Mythographers II

Sterling: Some of Ballard's greatest inspirations were surrealists in the '30s and pop artists in the '60s, and they were both very big on the power of the unconscious and the libido and urges which did not surface within consciousness. There was an ideal there that if you could speak to these urges directly and break the code of bourgeois behaviour and liberate something deep.
Ballard is not a sex writer in the way that say Henry Miller was a sex writer, I don't really think that's one of his major interests. He mentions it, he's kind of deploying it in the way that Max Ernst might put a nude in a collage, but there aren't really long intimate sex scenes in Ballard novels, he's not really that interested in what happens between individuals. It's more like his lasting interest in celebrity worship, which is something that shows up in his work all the time. It's like some kind of very intense social, emotional, sticky and vaguely unhealthy allegiance between people's unmet emotional needs and a figure like Jackie Kennedy or Marilyn Monroe or Princess Di. It's somebody you're never going to actually have sex with, but it's somebody who's going to come up in your erotic imaginations sort of like the Loch Ness Monster.
That's the kind of thing that Ballard finds as a totem and a touchstone. He's kind of deploying these things against us - he wants us to disrupt our sleep with these images, he's not trying like Miller to get to the core of the erotic impulse, that's not really his major line of work.

Technoporn

Sellars: He also foresaw that whole anti-celebrity thing, that celebrities now don't have the lustre or starpower they used to. Those surgical fictions with Princess Margaret and Mae West where it's cutting up these celebrities in a very clinical medical way, it's very prophetic of the end of that particular paradigm.

Sterling: I've been saying Paris Hilton is a very Ballardian figure. Here you have somebody whose major reason for being a celebrity is this kind of unsought sexual transgression which was blown up through the media. It's not really like that fantastic an act of sex that Paris Hilton has, it's not like she's a sexual athlete of some kind, it's merely that she's a minor celebrity who became a major celebrity and was able to work it, to industrialise that and build upon it with the perfume and the record and clothing line and the Los Angeles celebrity life, really just construct a life out of elements of 1960s transgression.

Costa:

Sellars: It's a kind of system of circular time that Ballard uses, that sort of eventless present that's always a symbol of oppression in Ballard's work. He reuses events from history and his own personal history and re-inhabits them and re-interprets them throughout his whole career, and I think that's a very liberating force as well. It becomes a sort of parallel history in a sense, something that runs counter to the main narrative.

Sterling: I think Ballard knows a great deal about the work of the surrealists in the '20s and '30s. So much so, that he is almost a surrealist writer. He quite frequently chose surrealist canvases for his own work, and they make a lot of sense. I think he also has a deep knowledge of modernist design and urbanism and architecture. He's very aware of the roots of that in the '20s and '30s and how it developed, and the successes of the modernist programme and the failures of modernism, and the oncoming and rush of postmodernism. To be a good futurist, you need some kind of roots in the past. I think those are his roots, and those are the things he was looking at when he was quite young and he really is a scholar in those fields, and I think that has helped him a lot in his prognostications.

Reproduction squared

Costa:

Sellars: I think it's like Bruce and Vale have said, that Ballard has a surrealist background, has a very visual mindset. I think that aside from using that to explore his ideas of the subconscious and inner space, I think that in the '60s he saw how advertising was becoming basic in how we were shifting towards a visual culture. He has sort of encoded this into his writing. As we're starting to see this happen, I think that aspect of his work is becoming more and more influential and people are really picking up on that.
He is a visual person to the extent that he's created his own collages, he's starred in his own film, and I think he was working on a theatre play in the '60s, so he was really interested in breaking the frame of his fiction to create something that was in a sense a prototype for a multi-media society, and he was doing that a long time ago. If you look at that visual work that Ballard did today, the collages, they're still very strong graphic works that really re-use the tricks of advertising against itself. When I started up the website, that's an aspect that really interested me a lot, and we started to find a lot of examples of people who were really quite influenced by that. We're still continuing to find a lot of people who are really influenced by that aspect.

New novel

Sterling: I think he has a great friendliness for the artist. Like his short story collection 'Vermilion Sands' is set in a future art colony and he takes artistic work seriously. I think artists and musicians respond to that. When they find a novelist who thinks that painters are important, they think well of him. Whereas most science fiction writers are much more in love with scientists than they are with artists, Ballard is the kind of guy who would actually go hang out with pop artists and go to their openings and befriend them and be kind to them and chat things over with them and learn with them and trade things with them. He was never a philistine, he's actually quite sophisticated in that way, and still has the dapper look of a '60s pop artist gentleman in his neat little kitted-out white suit and snappy white fedora. He's won the friendship of people in other lines of work.

Rio bravo

Vale: He has constructed a whole universe and whole world, and the world always needs a soundtrack. What would this be - it would not be something mainstream so much as something unusual. Grace Jones at one end and you could have Joy Division at the other, and in the middle there's the Teddy Bears Picnic. The thing is, the spectrum of music is - I have to confess I'm going to reveal a small secret, I hope she doesn't mind, but Claire Walsh did tell me that she suggested one of the numbers on the [Desert Island Discs] list, one of the 10 pieces on the list was actually suggested by Claire Walsh as a sort of prank. They certainly puzzled me, those two classical pieces, which is where it's at to me. You always want to have an aspect of mystery about everything you do, even if it's by chance that something happens. I think Ballard, again as a surrealist, is very open to the miracle of a chance encounter or a chance suggestion. He is open to that, in the same way the surrealists were.

Sterling: He's someone who doesn't just facilely admire Dali or Ernst, he's actually read Dali and frequently quotes Dali. I think he probably learned quite a lot from Andre Breton. Similarly, I read Andre Breton because I thought Ballard took him seriously. Many people say Breton was a rather downbeat figure as well, but that was certainly not what occurred to people in Breton's immediate circle. They all called him the torch who lights our steps, they considered him an organising and enlightening figure, not someone who was on the fringe of society but someone who was leading them into sunlit uplands.
I think that comes across very strongly in his work, he's not really interested in the arts, he's interested in how artists think and how they approach reality, and that's what gives him a well-rounded sensibility. There are a lot of pop writers and comicbook writers and so forth who are very into pop music, and heaven knows cyberpunks love rock and roll, but to have a whole wider sensibility that really appeals to a great many people in many different lines of creative work, it's more like surrealism which is almost a philosophy, a way of life, rather than a painting, a poetry, a form of sculpture, a form of music, that's a way of being.

Vale: I agree with that. Surrealism is definitely a way of life, a philosophy, a consciousness with historical art roots that's something living, the potential is far from extinguished. You just have to read the hundreds of books, that's a start. Most people - they didn't get taught surrealism in my art history class. I hope things have advanced since then.

Drowned world

Costa:

Sterling: Stunned, the audience stares at one another...

Audience question:

Sellars: Only if we read more Ballard books, it's the only way...

Sterling: I really think probably the critical moment in Ballard's literary life was the two years he spent in Canada, when he was in the Royal Air Force in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. He described his period at this air force base as being paralysingly boring, and the only outlet he found there were copies of these American pulp science fiction magazines which by some strange accident had ended up on this military base. You have to imagine this young very asocial man who's basically flunked out of medical school and joined the military, and having lived in China is now in an icy camp somewhere in Canada reading American science fiction for a lack of any other alternative. From that experience which is frankly rooted in boredom we get the greatest literary artist of the science fiction genre, and probably the most visionary science fiction writer of the 20th century. Boredom can be the seed of great things.

Vale: Well, the imagination is obviously the antidote to any boredom, and it's always there ready to be deployed. Imagination and brains are our secret resource which makes everyone in the audience an artist, because in your dreams you're a complete film director, you're the scriptwriter, you're the set designer, you're the make-up person, you create everything and it's all happening when you dream every night. It's really kind of a miracle.

Audience question:

Sterling: I know he enjoyed appearing as an extra in his own film. In 'Empire of the Sun', there's a period where Ballard appears in the movie as an older figure. He's always lived in Shepperton which is quite close to the Shepperton film studios which in Britain are famous for the films that are made and the sets that are made. But I don't think he's either disturbed or enthusiastic about it, I think he's had a very mature response to his unsought cinematic success. I don't think he was either disappointed or shocked or chagrined. He did the wise thing by letting Hollywood do what it wanted.

Costa:

[applause]

Appendectomy

More pictures from Kosmopolis and the Autopsy of the new millennium exhibition.

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Friday, December 18, 2009

Christmas message



It's not been the most inspiring year all round, so here's hoping for better in the next.

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Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Sub Parr

Misshapes, mistakes, misfits (by tim2ubh)

The above photo by myself has been selected by the rather well known photographer Martin Parr to feature in a new book he's publishing in partnership with the slightly controversial artist Joachim Schmid.

Schmid is controversial because his art mainly consists of appropriating work by other photographers, taken from online resources such as Flickr, without credit or regard to copyright. The book's a sort of photographic covers album, including original photos by Schmid in the style of Parr, and Parr-style photos selected by Parr himself from a tribute group on Flickr. Parr, ever the professional, contacted the photographers to seek permission, and gives them credit and copyright notice in the book. Thumbs up for him.

It's unlikely anyone will be making any money out of the book, but there it is. And just in time for xmas.

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Doctor King's houses of horror

I've just been reading, somewhat belatedly, Jonathan Coe's very enjoyable state-of-the-(1980s)-nation gothic satire 'What a Carve Up!'. In his author's note at the end of the book, Coe notes his 'shadowy debt' to the works of Frank King, author of 'The Ghoul' (1928), on which the 1960 movie (from which Coe took his title and elements of plot) was loosely based. Coe also says that he had been unable to trace any information on King, whose bibliography also includes such thrilling titles as 'Terror at Staups House', 'This Doll is Dangerous', 'Death of a Cloven Hoof' and 'Only Half the Doctor Died'.

This immediately tickled a memory. Last year, the Halifax Courier published this story, based on research by local historian David Glover, on the life of what it calls one of the town's famous yet perhaps forgotten sons. Frank King was indeed born in Halifax in 1892 - just a few streets away from my house, in fact - worked as a doctor in the town before quitting to write full-time (something rather appropriate to Coe's book), and died in 1958 just out at Norton Tower.

Intriguingly, King was likely to have been writing at his offices in Rhodes Street at the time the Halifax Slasher panic struck the immediate neighbourhood.

If anyone is in touch with Coe, please do let him know.

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Wednesday, August 05, 2009

The Complete Ballard

Complete (by tim2ubh)
Arriving on my desk with an entirely appropriate crash, comes the new US edition of The Complete Stories of JG Ballard, courtesy of the publishers WW Norton.

An expanded version of the Complete Short Stories, published in the UK by Flamingo in 2001 and now a collector's item, the new volume weighs in at something over 1200 pages and 98 stories. It dwarfs the comparable tome for, say, John Cheever (whose best-known story, 'The Swimmer', is not exactly un-Ballardian).

It's also a monumental work in the literal sense - the book, and its marketing, seems designed to establish Ballard's reputation in the US, where he's more often regarded as a proto-cyberpunk oddity rather than the major literary visionary he latterly became in Europe (the UK lagging somewhat behind France, of course).

Within that unfortunately 80s-styled dustjacket sits everything from all the previous short story collections (apart the bulk of The Atrocity Exhibition, the nature of which as novel or short story collection remains moot for Ballardian scholars), plus a few rarities such as 'The Recognition' (from Dangerous Visions, 1967) and the handful of pieces published since 1990's War Fever collection.

The small number of more recent stories neatly illustrates the decline of the market for short stories, something that Ballard bemoans in his brief introduction republished from the UK edition. The majority of these stories date from the 1960s, appearing in titles from Amazing Stories to Playboy, as the Seer of Shepperton raised his family on the fruits of his restless typewriter.

Many readers (but not myself) rate Ballard's short stories above his novels. It's true that many of the novels resemble extended (arguably, over-extended) short stories rather than the conventional plots of the 'Hampstead novel' (Ballard's own contemptuous phrase for the works of most of his literary contemporaries). Later novels did take their narrative structure from the crime genre, but to create satirical and psychological why-dunnits rather than boring who-dunnits, and overlaid with the near-hallucinatory repetitions and riffs that characterised his more avant-garde masterpieces such as Crash. It's the literary equivalent of the best Krautrock.

By contrast, the short stories are purest pop, offering the most concentrated yet accessible doses of Ballard. The vision and the language are unmistakeable, from the first line of 'Prima Belladonna', written over half a century ago:
I first met Jane Ciracyclides during the Recess, that world slump of boredom, lethargy and high summer which carried us all so blissfully through ten unforgettable years...

The US Complete Stories is actually more complete than the UK Complete Short Stories, but is still not really complete. Unlike the original edition, it does include the minor (and slightly re-titled) 'The Secret Autobiography of J.G. B******' (first published in the French-language Etoile Mecanique in 1982) and Ballard's last published short story, 'The Dying Fall' (Interzone, 1996), as well as 'The Ultimate City' (Low-Flying Aircraft, 1976) which was included in the original single-volume UK edition but not the later two-volume version.

But there's still no 'Journey Across a Crater' (New Worlds, 1970, which Ballard was apparently never happy with), 'Neil Armstrong Remembers His Journey to the Moon' (Interzone, 1991), or various 'surgical fictions' and experimental pieces from Ambit, New Worlds and elsewhere. Nor (understandably) is there Ballard's first actual published story, the Hemingwayesque 'The Violent Noon', with which he won a university short story competition at the tender age of 20. Completists should refer to Rick McGrath's exhaustive (and slightly illicit) Uncollected J.G. Ballard.

But this is still a pretty much essential volume for anyone less obsessive than Rick or myself. It should certainly play a major role in consolidating Ballard's rep in the US - I hope mostly among people who will read it for the pure pleasure of his writing, as well as those in the man's detested 'over-professionalized academia'.

The main question for me is what gets priority on my shelf - this comprehensive volume, or my set of original anthologies, excavated from secondhand shops across the country over the years, all somewhat battered but redolent of their own times.
More than complete (by tim2ubh)

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Monday, July 13, 2009

Memories of the Space Age

Memories of the Space Age (by tim2ubh)
These are a few of a small set of slides that my parents bought in 1971 (when the Apollo 10 command module visited Abbeydale Industrial Hamlet, Sheffield, as part of a travelling exhibition) showing key images from the Apollo 11 mission, the first landing on the moon, 40 years ago this week.
This is before my time, really - I was born just over a month before Apollo 17, the final manned mission to the moon, left the surface.

Memories of the Space Age 2 (by tim2ubh)

The slides, now somewhat aged, were digitally captured using a Canon EOS40D and 100mm macro lens, simply lit by a 430EX flash positioned directly behind the slide, and manipulated in Canon DPP.
The camera alone has more processing power than all the hardware used in the Apollo missions.

Memories of the Space Age 3 (by tim2ubh)

"What happened to the Space Age? Its once heroic vision of our planetary future now seems little more than a mirage, fading across the sandbars and concrete of Cape Kennedy like the ghost of a forgotten advertising campaign of last year's science-fiction blockbuster." - JG Ballard (1930-2009).

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Thursday, July 09, 2009

Rushkoff on economic disconnection

From Reality Sandwich, an entertaining interview with author Douglas Rushkoff about his new book Life Inc, a historical critique/polemic on the developing role of corporations in Western culture, touching on many topics of interest:

An over-arching theme I found in the book is how the common-sense stuff of our reality, the economy and money and shopping and working, is really science fiction; we don't live inside a "natural" economic structure -- we made it up.

It gets very much like Baudrillard in a way. We lived in a real world where we created value, and understood the value that we created as individuals and groups for one another. Then we systematically disconnected from the real world: from ourselves, from one another, and from the value we create, and reconnected to an artificial landscape of derivative value of working for corporations and false gods and all that. It is in some sense Baudrillard's three steps of life in the simulacra.

So by now, as Borges would say, we've mistaken the map for the territory. We've mistaken our jobs for work. We've mistaken our bank accounts for savings. We've mistaken our 401k investments for our future. We've mistaken our property for assets, and our assets for the world. We have these places where we live, then they become property that we own, then they become mortgages that we owe, then they become mortgage-backed loans that our pensions finance, then they become packages of debt, and so on and so on. We've been living in a world where the further up the chain of abstraction you operate, the wealthier you are.

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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Proper wuthering

Ogden (by tim2ubh)
Lovely piece from Martin Wainwright in the the walks supplement with today's Guardian, in which he rhapsodises about the wuthering beauty of Ogden Water and Ovenden Moor, wind farm and all, just north of Halifax (described, rather curiously, as a 'market town' - while there is a great indoor market, I'd say it's still a classic mill town).

There's also directions for the walk, which I've been round a few times myself.

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Friday, May 15, 2009

Small wonder

Faced with spending most of yesterday on the train to London and back, I finally entered the 21st century and bought myself an iPod. I know - despite writing a lot about technology, I'm not exactly an early adopter.

I went out shopping for a basic model, and settled on what turned out to be the new Shuffle model. And it is bloody tiny. About the size and shape of a moderately showy tie-clip, it'd be worryingly easy to just lose it, or even blow it away with a good sneeze. If you really wanted, you could hide it in various places around your person without too much awkwardness, or even have it fitted subcutaneously. Blimey, it's small.

It holds 1000-odd songs (albeit as just-about-adequate MP3s) and has a claimed battery life of 10 hours. The memory isn't all that impressive - it's just a flash chip, and I've got equally diddy camera memory cards and USB drives that hold more than this gizmo's 3.8GB. It's the battery I'm more impressed by - I've not used it to its limits yet, but it had no problem with seven-odd hours on the trains yesterday. It's apparently a 3.7V lithium-polymer battery, in which the electrolyte is held in a solid polymer.

Here's how it all fits together, courtesy of the techno-vivisectionists at iFixit.

There's some damn smart engineering gone into this. And it cost less than the day's train tickets.

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Monday, April 20, 2009

JG Ballard 1930-2009

Portraits of the author (by tim2ubh)
JG Ballard, probably the greatest British novelist of the 20th century, died yesterday after a long battle with prostate cancer. He's been a huge influence on and inspiration for my own non-commercial work (writing and photography), and in recent years I've been an irregular contributor to the Ballardian website. The site editor, Simon Sellars, asked me to write something as part of the tribute to the man and his work. I sent the following.

I first read JG Ballard when I was 12 or so, after picking up 'Crash' (with that lurid orange Chris Foss cover) at a village hall jumble sale. I occasionally wonder to what degree this might have affected my development.

Over the next decade or so, I picked up a few other titles, but none hit me with quite the same force. I just wasn't struck by that intensity, that outrageous lucidity, which radiated from that battered paperback. But I gradually started to appreciate the subtler qualities of the writing, the humour, and the semi-detached perception. Gradually, his books started to just make sense to me. By the time I was living in a tiny flat in the dullest part of south London, barely writing a first novel and trying to find that elusive first job in journalism, I was a devotee.

So sometime round autumn 1996, I was thinking Ballardian thoughts as I trundled through the South Croydon wastelands towards an interview at some obscure trade journal. At the interview, the editor noted that, according to my desperately padded CV, I was working on a novel. 'Oh yeah,' he said. 'JG Ballard used to work here.' I got the job.

That's basically my Ballardian claim to fame - I used to do JG Ballard's old job at 'Chemistry & Industry'. Well, more or less - he was deputy editor, a role that didn't exist in my time, while I was production assistant and reporter. The magazine was still at the same premises on Belgrave Square, surrounded by the same pubs and curved balconies of concrete hotels, and my desk was certainly old enough to pre-date the 1950s. I felt a certain kinship.

The one time I met the man himself was in February 1998 at the ICA, where he was talking about movies with David Leland. Afterwards, Ballard stayed on stage to chat with anyone who wanted to jump up and say hello, even as the ICA staff tried to clear the room for the next event. I said I was doing his old job and showed him my business card. He briefly reminisced about his own time there, and seemed genuinely pleased and interested to hear how things were going, some four decades after.

My plan to follow in his footsteps by rapidly finishing an acclaimed novel or two, then quitting work to write in creative seclusion, never quite worked out. But he remained an inspiration, in work and life. That long-unfinished first novel definitely bears his influence (along with Norman Mailer, another recent loss), though possibly not in ways detectable to anyone else. As an intensely visual writer, he's also a constant presence when I'm out taking photographs. Whether in stories or pictures, that influence comes from his unique way of seeing - that forensic examination of the landscapes of the late 20th century, the disasters and psychopathologies, the art and the technology. That medically-trained analysis of the nature of the catastrophe, and the acceptance of it all.

Ballard's also proved a near-infallible guide to a parallel world of literature (though, personally, I still can't be bothered with Self or Amis Jr). Any book I might find while scavenging secondhand shops which carries an adulatory blurb from the man gets added to the pile. Equally, I've found various writers (from Nathanael West to John Gray) by other routes and been greatly impressed by them, only later finding that they're also favourites of Ballard's. And of course you could build a library out of the many other writers, artists, musicians and film-makers who've acknowledged their deep debts to the man.

Unlike many of the other folk adding their tributes here, I'm not a literary critic or academic (nor, to be honest, would I wish to be). I'm a fan, though I wish there was another word for that. And through my developing fascination with the man's work, I've been privileged to meet, drink, and make friends with a whole bunch of fantastically creative and intelligent people, of all ages and professions, from as near as Sheffield to as far as Australia, who've all been equally enthused in their own idiosyncratic ways.

Apart from the infinitely explorable mass of his writing, I think maybe that's the legacy of JG Ballard - the dispersed generations of people who might call themselves, in whatever sense, Ballardians. The readers for whom his writing and his vision just made sense. The saddest realisation is that there'll be no more.

Ballard's Chinese restaurant (by tim2ubh)

Pics: (Top) Set of photos by Donovan Wylie for an unpublished magazine profile of JG Ballard, on show at the 'Autopsia del nou Mil.leni' exhibition at CCCB, Barcelona, October 2008.
(Above) JG Ballard's childhood home at 31a Amherst Avenue in Shanghai's old international settlement, now the SH508 restaurant, October 2008.

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Tuesday, March 03, 2009

And back

Harbour (by tim2ubh)
I'm back from the visit to San Diego, more or less refreshed after another temporally disorienting brace of flights (left the hotel 4am Sunday, home at 8am Monday). A very worthwhile and enjoyable trip, though, meeting everyone from the Mayor to a bunch of dudes making environmentally-friendly surfboards (possibly the most Californian business imaginable). I'll be doing a full write-up for Cleantech Magazine. There's more pics from the trip on my Flickr stream.

In the meanwhile, Cleantech's latest Infocus publication features another article by myself on venture capital investment in smart grid companies, an area that was high on the agenda in San Diego where the local utility is gearing up to install some 1.4 million smart meters in homes. Also due out is the latest annual review from Private Equity International with my review of the European mid-market; and, next week, another technology focus section for Crain's Manchester Business, looking at smart tech investment in a downturn and also featuring an unexpected bit of Hollywood glamour.

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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Gone west

I'm in San Diego for a few days meeting various bods in the local cleantech industry, so if you need to get in touch please drop me an email rather than trying to phone.

The combination of the length of transit (Manchester to Chicago then, some hours later, on to California) and the progressive time difference reliably produces strange psychological effects - it's like one of those bad time-twisting dreams where you're in some dull or unpleasant situation until a certain time, only the clock keeps moving backwards... Still, got a good way into Pynchon 'Against the Day' (which starting as it does with an airship setting off for Chicago, seemed very appropriate), and spending several hours flying into the sunset was good, as was the sight of Phoenix lit up at night. US cities tend to look fascinatingly dull from the air, all regular grid and flatness. San Diego itself looked a lot more interesting on the final descent - hills and windy bits. I've Saturday to explore, before doing the whole trip in reverse over Sunday and early Monday.

But now it's half ten at night, or possible half six tomorrow morning. Time to turn in, anyroad. I may be more lucid tomorrow.

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Friday, February 20, 2009

Crisp news

The Business Desk brings good news combining two of my abiding interests - Yorkshireness and savoury snacks.
Yorkshire Crisps, based in Wales (the one just the other side of Sheffield, that is), has won a distribution deal with Sainsburys. Best of all, the deal includes their new Henderson's Yorkshire Sauce flavour, based on that immortal relish brewed just across the street from where I was born. I had a pack yesterday, and they're very tasty indeed. A fair bit classier than Seabrook's, they're probably better suited to munching with a glass of chilled wine from Leventhorpe than with the traditional pint. Mmm.

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