J.G. Ballard

Yes cos the definition of science fiction is a story that has as its backbone change brought about by technological advences. Much sf doesn't rely on scientific advances but rather on people caught in a sudden and un explained change to their environment.
 
Well, as has been said elsewhere, there are several reasons for the label "speculative fiction", one of which was, of course, to differentiate it from the harder, technologically (or physical-science or engineering) oriented sf, another to mark it as different from the pulpish conventions that often still hover over sf. Incidentally, one of the first to propose this label, iirc, was Robert A. Heinlein, in part because "science fiction" seemed a too-restrictive label....

Incidentally, The Disaster Area is also a very good collection of Ballard's tales....

On the quote you brought in... this is also an important connection, as Ballard's work is heavily influenced by the classic surrealist painters (perhaps especially Delvaux, whose works are frequently mentioned in his writing); and many of his stories and novels begin with such a surrealistic tableau (or have a series of many such throughout them), which is then explored through the remainder of the work....

In RAH era the word had a point since alot of the SF of those days was harder SF.

Today even casual readers of SF knows its a huge genre that isnt only about science oriented SF. People like PKD,Vance and many others has made sure people know that.

Thats why i dislike it when speculative is used these days by SF bizz people and fans when they talk about books.

When people talk down to the genre as a hole it makes me frustrated.

Sure you can like a certain type of SF more than other but no need to make it look like another type is worth less.
 
I personally believe that all sf and fantasy is speculative,and for that matter all fiction is fantasy. Horror seems to stand on its own strangely.
 
All fiction is speculative, is it not (by it's very definition)? All SF and Fantasy do is speculate within far wider parameters...
 
Has anyone here seen the brilliant film called A Place Promised in Our Early Days?

This film shares many similarities with Ballard's fiction. It reminds me a lot of his story, Memories of the Space Age.

It is one of the best SF films I've ever seen, and deals intensely with themes of love, loss, time, and isolation, all amidst some of the most breathtaking scenery I've ever seen.

I encourage anyone interested in good cinema and good SF to check it out, especially if you're into Ballard's unique style.

Here is a review I wrote if anyone is interested:

http://www.genrebusters.com/film/top100_85placepromised.htm

It deals with a Japanese concept called Mono No Aware, "a sensitivity to things"

Mono No Aware: The Essence of Japan

In many ways, Ballard's fiction also touches on themes teeming with Mono No Aware, but in a uniquely western way.
 
Yes cos the definition of science fiction is a story that has as its backbone change brought about by technological advences. Much sf doesn't rely on scientific advances but rather on people caught in a sudden and un explained change to their environment.

That's just it: Ballard's work has very little to do with technological advances; in fact, it could be said he eschews such as much as is possible in contemporary fiction. His "apocalypses" are more alterations in the natural environment, or a shift in the psychology of those involved, or the conflict between the media-presented reality (read "myth") and our inner psyche; and, more often than not, they are much more fantasy (in the broader sense) than science fiction. Which leads me to:

In RAH era the word had a point since alot of the SF of those days was harder SF.

Today even casual readers of SF knows its a huge genre that isnt only about science oriented SF. People like PKD,Vance and many others has made sure people know that.

Thats why i dislike it when speculative is used these days by SF bizz people and fans when they talk about books.

When people talk down to the genre as a hole it makes me frustrated.

Sure you can like a certain type of SF more than other but no need to make it look like another type is worth less.

It isn't necessarily talking down, but making a distinction between the two. One branch, if you will, of science fiction is harder, another is more space opera, another is more given to new versions of the pulpish tropes, etc. Speculative fiction can embrace all these, but it is a rather different fish; it isn't concerned with the future-oriented aspect so much as the present, but dealt with in mythic terms. And there is still very much a reason for the label because of that and other factors....

All fiction is speculative, is it not (by it's very definition)? All SF and Fantasy do is speculate within far wider parameters...

No, not really; certainly not in the same sense. It's a little difficult to define, but while all fiction weaves a web upon some fictional, proposed inner reality, "speculative fiction" -- the branch of literature from which that label evolved, at any rate -- has its own specific (even though quite broad) orientation to it. Now, that orientation may involve the future, but most often does not -- at least, not in the way that most science fiction does. It is much more, as I noted above, concerned with the present and the "inner" realms of the human condition, but presented (again, as said before) in mythic terms -- creating modern myths to deal with modern conditions in the human psyche, the effects of our outer environment on our inner life. It is often more allegorical than the majority of fiction (though again, not always); its purpose is much more to examine the nature of our perceived reality than to explore other worlds (be they alien planets, other dimensions, alternate histories, or fantasy realms where magic is real, etc.); and because it uses such a broad range of techniques, approaches, and motifs, "speculative fiction" is really the best descriptive label that one can place on it... at least, that has evolved so far.

And, lest I be thought to be taking the thread too far off topic, Ballard is and always has been one of its main exponents (and, for that matter, proponents); often opening up new realms which others have since explored; and certainly being one of the most daring, original, and innovative (both in style and content) within this branch of literature. To read his work is to read "speculative fiction" in the most concentrated sense of the term....
 
To read his work is to read "speculative fiction" in the most concentrated sense of the term....

This is so true. As a matter of fact, when I first heard the term "speculative fiction" it was in regards to Ballard.

I read Alfred Bester's Virtual Unrealities and The Best Short Stories of J.G. Ballard back-to-back (my first experience with both authors) in the mid 1990s. These two books set me on a literary path, one that took me away from fantasy and space opera, and into the more heady regions of speculative fiction and inner-space. It was after reading these two collections that I truly began to demand more out of my genre reading.

In regards to the apocalypse, Ballard's vision of the "end times" often deals with an inner-apocalypse, one that is either a) brought on by external forces forcing a character to become isolated (often times the catalyst for these events are decisions that humanity has made) (see Concrete Island), or b) self inflicted, not suicidal, but one in which a character makes a conscious choice to withdraw and isolate himself (see The Enormous Space).

Even his stories about space are more about the effects of space on the human psyche than they are about space ships and technology. In many ways, Ballard's astronauts share the same fears as Blatty's astronaut, Cutshaw, in The Ninth Configuration. Cutshaw's fear of loneliness is very real. If there is no God, and he were to die, alone, in space, he would die truly alone. Space is so big that it creates intense feelings of isolation. Things get so big that we just can't comprehend it and thus we shut down with our psyche collapsing on itself.

Ballard specialized in these kinds of personal, inner-apocalypse stories.
 
J.D Having read him i know what speculative means in Ballard but that wasnt what i was talking about. How some use the word was my problem when they talk about SF works and authors.


Getting back to topic and Ballard.

I read War Fever short story. It was sick what experiment they were doing. Nice little messed up story. He works very well in Short story format that im going through War Fever collection.

Also interesting how current the topic was with the different factions that has been warring in Beruit in the last couple of years. Hisbollah is acting like they are their own power, the goverment looking weak etc
 
Running Wild

Read in light of the horrific events at Columbine high school and Virgina Tech, J.G. Ballard's Running Wild is eerily prophetic and all the more chilling and haunting. He deftly filters the modern fascination with self-imposed isolationism, surveillance and voyeurism in the name of safety into a reduction of only the most essential elements. He then extrapolates on these ideas to arrive at conclusions that are shockingly outlandish and damningly plausible.

Reading a Ballard story is like looking into the clearest mirror money can buy while simultaneously gazing though a genuine crystal ball, each displaying an image that is strangely familiar, hauntingly alien, and all together unsettling.

Running Wild details the horrible and tragic mass murder known as the Pangbourne Massacre. The Pangbourne Estates are an illustrious and affluent gated community situated in the pastoral English country side. There are a dozen or so family homes occupied by typical upper-middle class families. The estates are protected with a state of the art surveillance system offering the utmost in high-tech security. The adults are good people with the best intentions. They are hard working humanitarians in love with life and their children. The children are afford every amenity, and are encouraged through positive reinforcement at every turn.

This is the ultimate in suburban living.

Ballard does not paint this suburban setting with an obviously cynical brush. He does not portray these well-to-do families as being snobby, or obnoxiously wealthy. They do not want for anything, but they seem to be grateful for what they have. He does not portray the parents as being workaholics. No, these adults seem to have struck a healthy work-life balance. Their children are not Latchkey children - they are not neglected or abused. On the surface, everything seems fine, but, in typical Ballardian fashion, the pristine surface hides something ugly.

The Pangbourne Estates seem like an ideal place to live and to raise a family. So what went wrong? What caused the murderers to systematically assassinate every adult in the village? Where are the children, vanished without a trace? What in the hell happened here, what could turn a slice of modern heaven into hell on earth?

However, this is not a simple case of an “artist” taking cheap shots at the middle-class; Ballard is above such nonsense. I never once felt as if Ballard was looking down upon this kind of suburban living. There is no judgment being passed, no condemnation in his voice. He is simply presenting a setting as a catalyst for a series of haunting and chilling murders. Ballard is not lazily showing us how evil he thinks gated-suburbia is, but, rather, he is presenting to us a series of frightening events while asking us to examine the reasons why such an event might occur.

Are we in danger of a similar happening? Unfortunately, we know the answer, and it's not good.

The final ten or so pages, which present a detailed recreation of the Pangbourne Massacre, contain some of the most horrific descriptions of cold blooded murder I've ever read in a fictional story. It is almost like reading the accounts in a true crime book. It's described in a robotic, emotionless nature; it is not sensationalized or stylized to increase the excitement. Ballard's choice to write this in the style of a clinical report on the incident strengthens the tone and theme of the narrative. This is an example of form working in tandem with function to create an atmosphere that benefits from both.

In the land of the sane, madness is the only escape.

Ballard expertly captures this idea and conveys a great deal of satire and understanding about our modern society. That he does all of this in only one-hundred pages is a testament to his genius. Ballard also wrote a book called A User's Guide to the Millennium, but, in truth, many of his books could be seen as tangents to that collection of essays, especially Running Wild. Ballard has his thumb firmly on the pulse of the western zeitgeist and the various microcosms that make up our greater societies. Running Wild is a haunting read, and I won't soon forget my time spent with it.
 
While reading The Crystal World (about 1/2 through it) I've noticed another connection to the Japanese idea of Mono No Aware, and Ballard's striking atmosphere has once again made me think of anime. This time, the world that he describes totally reminds me of Miyazaki's petrified forest in Nausicaa. I wouldn't be at all surprised in Miyazaki had read this book, as he and Ballard both use ecology and the environment as driving forces to much of their work.

It is surprising to me to find so many thematic and atmospheric similarities between Ballard's fiction and good anime. One thing I've always loved about Japanese animation is the strong sense of nostalgia associated with their narratives. The study of the essence and tranquility of things is something important to many Japanese artists, and I've never come across this in any western work.

Until now, with Ballard. When I first started reading Ballard I was unaware of the concept of Mono No Aware, and so I did not see this connection. However, ever since reading about this idea a few years ago, I have been interested in it, and in what it means.

It is interesting that The Crystal World reminds me of Miyazaki. Before I mentioned that Makoto Shinkai's A Place Promised in Our Early Days is very Ballardian (Memories of the Space Age), and Shinkai has already been declared as "the next Miyazaki."

I love connecting the dots between the various things I enjoy, especially with the connections transcend mediums and cultures.
 
Running Wild

Read in light of the horrific events at Columbine high school and Virgina Tech, J.G. Ballard's Running Wild is eerily prophetic and all the more chilling and haunting. He deftly filters the modern fascination with self-imposed isolationism and surveillance/voyeurism in the name of safety into a reduction of only the most essential elements. He then extrapolates on these ideas to arrive at conclusions that are shockingly outlandish and damningly plausible.

Reading a Ballard story is like looking into the clearest mirror money can buy while simultaneously gazing though a genuine crystal ball, each displaying an image that is strangely familiar, hauntingly alien, and all together unsettling.

Running Wild details the horrible and tragic mass murder known as the Pangbourne Massacre. The Pangbourne Estates are an illustrious and affluent gated community situated in the pastoral English country side. There are a dozen or so family homes occupied by typical upper-middle class families. The estates are protected with a state of the art surveillance system offering the utmost in high-tech security. The adults are good people with the best intentions. They are hard working humanitarians in love with life and their children. The children are afford every amenity, and are encouraged through positive reinforcement at every turn.

This is the ultimate in suburban living.

Ballard does not paint this suburban setting with an obviously cynical brush. He does not portray these well-to-do families as being snobby, or obnoxiously wealthy. They do not want for anything, but they seem to be grateful for what they have. He does not portray the parents as being workaholics. No, these adults seem to have struck a healthy work-life balance. Their children are not Latchkey children - they are not neglected or abused. On the surface, everything seems fine, but, in typical Ballardian fashion, the pristine surface hides something ugly.

However, this is not a simple case of an “artist” taking cheap shots at the middle-class; Ballard is above such nonsense. I never once felt as if Ballard was looking down upon this kind of suburban living. There is no judgment being passed, no condemnation in his voice. He is simply presenting a setting as a catalyst for a series of haunting and chilling murders. Ballard is not lazily showing us how evil he thinks gated-suburbia is, but, rather, he is presenting to us a series of frightening events while asking us to examine the reasons why such an event might occur. He is examining without preaching, probing without malice.

The final ten or so pages, which present a detailed recreation of the Pangbourne Massacre, contain some of the most horrific descriptions of cold blooded murder I've ever read in a fictional story. It is almost like reading the accounts in a true crime book. It's described in a robotic, emotionless nature; it is not sensationalized or stylized to increase the excitement. Ballard's choice to write this in the style of a clinical report on the incident strengthens the tone and theme of the narrative. This is an example of form working in tandem with function to create an atmosphere that benefits from both, something that Ballard has always excelled at.

In the land of the sane, madness is the only escape.

Ballard expertly captures this idea and conveys a great deal of satire and understanding about our modern society. That he does all of this in only one-hundred pages is a testament to his genius. Ballard also wrote a book called A User's Guide to the Millennium, but, in truth, many of his books could be seen as tangents to that collection of essays, especially Running Wild. Ballard has his thumb firmly on the pulse of the western zeitgeist and the various microcosms that make up our greater societies. Running Wild is a haunting read, and I won't soon forget my time spent with it.
 
I must say The Day of Creation was weaker than War Fever collection.

Atleast of 50-60 pages i read before leaving it for War Fever.

It felt like he was more hardcore in ideas in short story format. Shocked or gave you interesting post apocalyptic world or situation that nearly became Post Apocalyptic like in The Secret History of World War 3.
The short stories had not only What Ifs of the future or the present but they had a "speculative" feeling that kept you on your edge.
 
From what I've read, I, too, prefer Ballard in short story or novella form.

Not that his novels are bad, it's that his short fiction is that good.

The Secret History of World War 3 is an amazing story. I love it.
 
I think you might find other of his novels more to your taste, Connavar; especially such things as The Drowned World, The Drought, The Crystal World, or Crash, Concrete Island, and High-Rise. The Day of Creation is a different sort of thing than I get the feeling you were expecting; while each of these is quite concentrated and as powerful as his short stories.....

As for the novel/collection, The Atrocity Exhibition... well, if you want something that'll set you on your ear and turn your head around (oscillating at high velocity:p), that one should do it for you....
 
I think you might find other of his novels more to your taste, Connavar; especially such things as The Drowned World, The Drought, The Crystal World, or Crash, Concrete Island, and High-Rise. The Day of Creation is a different sort of thing than I get the feeling you were expecting; while each of these is quite concentrated and as powerful as his short stories.....

As for the novel/collection, The Atrocity Exhibition... well, if you want something that'll set you on your ear and turn your head around (oscillating at high velocity:p), that one should do it for you....


I know because The Drowned World and The Crystal World,Crash sounding very interesting. Heh Crash didnt sound like the movie exactly why am i not shocked.....


I will get one of those along with a short story collection next time i buy SFF books.
 
Why ?

I dont think it has anything to do with the movie how the synopsis sounds.

Go read its synopsis in Fantasticfiction.co.uk
 

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