The sleek mystery plot makes this the most accessible, if not exactly the most successful, of Ballard’s fictional diatribes...
Lured to a Euro-corporate paradise a stone’s throw from Cannes, the husband of the facility’s new pediatrician, struck by mysterious doings, gradually discovers that (gasp!) he’s in a J.G. Ballard novel.
The warning signs couldn’t have been clearer. Dr. David Greenwood, previous physician to the offspring of Eden-Olympia, retired suddenly through suicide—in the same luxurious digs where his successor Dr. Jane Sinclair has been installed—after shooting seven of his eminent colleagues at the industrial/residential park and then executing three more proletarian hostages. Only he didn’t execute the hostages, realizes Paul Sinclair, the airplane pilot grounded by an impatient flying error and the pulling of his license; they were killed far from the spot where their bodies were found. And he didn’t kill himself either, as Paul confirms when an Eden-Olympia functionary confesses to shooting him under orders from his beleaguered bosses. Just what did David Greenwood do on the day of May 28th, and if he didn’t go on a homicidal rampage, why did he have to die? The answers, Paul realizes when he supplements his mordant observations about the Eden-Olympia lifestyle with the conversations he’s had with everyone from the complex’s shadowy guards to Greenwood’s ex-lover Frances Baring, involve decadent consumerism, corporate megalomania, apocalyptic violence, technologically enhanced capitalism, and all the opiates the pharmacy and the bedroom can provide—in short, all the butts Ballard’s been bashing for years (Cocaine Nights, 1998, etc.). If Super-Cannes had been published as a first novel, its dystopian nightmare would have been heady stuff; as it is, its darkest revelations will be so familiar to the target audience that seasoned readers will feel less rising suspense at Paul’s fevered investigations than impatience with his slowness to figure out what they’ve assumed from the beginning.
The sleek mystery plot makes this the most accessible, if not exactly the most successful, of Ballard’s fictional diatribes against the psychopathology of postmodern capitalist culture.Pub Date: Jan. 1, 2001
ISBN: 0312306091
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Picador
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2001
A modern day fable, with modern implications in a deceiving simplicity, by the author of Dickens. Dali and Others (Reynal & Hitchcock, p. 138), whose critical brilliance is well adapted to this type of satire. This tells of the revolt on a farm, against humans, when the pigs take over the intellectual superiority, training the horses, cows, sheep, etc., into acknowledging their greatness. The first hints come with the reading out of a pig who instigated the building of a windmill, so that the electric power would be theirs, the idea taken over by Napoleon who becomes topman with no maybes about it. Napoleon trains the young puppies to be his guards, dickers with humans, gradually instigates a reign of terror, and breaks the final commandment against any animal walking on two legs. The old faithful followers find themselves no better off for food and work than they were when man ruled them, learn their final disgrace when they see Napoleon and Squealer carousing with their enemies... A basic statement of the evils of dictatorship in that it not only corrupts the leaders, but deadens the intelligence and awareness of those led so that tyranny is inevitable. Mr. Orwell's animals exist in their own right, with a narrative as individual as it is apt in political parody.
Pub Date: Aug. 26, 1946
ISBN: 0452277507
Page Count: 114
Publisher: Harcourt, Brace
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1946
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.
A lonely postman learns that he’s about to die—and reflects on life as he bargains with a Hawaiian-shirt–wearing devil.
The 30-year-old first-person narrator in filmmaker/novelist Kawamura’s slim novel is, by his own admission, “boring…a monotone guy,” so unimaginative that, when he learns he has a brain tumor, the bucket list he writes down is dull enough that “even the cat looked disgusted with me.” Luckily—or maybe not—a friendly devil, dubbed Aloha, pops onto the scene, and he’s willing to make a deal: an extra day of life in exchange for being allowed to remove something pleasant from the world. The first thing excised is phones, which goes well enough. (The narrator is pleasantly surprised to find that “people seemed to have no problem finding something to fill up their free time.”) But deals with the devil do have a way of getting complicated. This leads to shallow musings (“Sometimes, when you rewatch a film after not having seen it for a long time, it makes a totally different impression on you than it did the first time you saw it. Of course, the movie hasn’t changed; it’s you who’s changed") written in prose so awkward, it’s possibly satire (“Tears dripped down onto the letter like warm, salty drops of rain”). Even the postman’s beloved cat, who gains the power of speech, ends up being prim and annoying. The narrator ponders feelings about a lost love, his late mother, and his estranged father in a way that some readers might find moving at times. But for many, whatever made this book a bestseller in Japan is going to be lost in translation.
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.Pub Date: March 12, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-29405-0
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Review Posted Online: Feb. 16, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2019
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