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
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.
The time is the not-so-distant future, when the US's spiraling social freedoms have finally called down a reaction, an Iranian-style repressive "monotheocracy" calling itself the Republic of Gilead—a Bible-thumping, racist, capital-punishing, and misogynistic rule that would do away with pleasure altogether were it not for one thing: that the Gileadan women, pure and true (as opposed to all the nonbelieving women, those who've ever been adulterous or married more than once), are found rarely fertile.
Thus are drafted a whole class of "handmaids," whose function is to bear the children of the elite, to be fecund or else (else being certain death, sent out to be toxic-waste removers on outlying islands). The narrative frame for Atwood's dystopian vision is the hopeless private testimony of one of these surrogate mothers, Offred ("of" plus the name of her male protector). Lying cradled by the body of the barren wife, being meanwhile serviced by the husband, Offred's "ceremony" must be successful—if she does not want to join the ranks of the other disappeared (which include her mother, her husband—dead—and small daughter, all taken away during the years of revolt). One Of her only human conduits is a gradually developing affair with her master's chauffeur—something that's balanced more than offset, though, by the master's hypocritically un-Puritan use of her as a kind of B-girl at private parties held by the ruling men in a spirit of nostalgia and lust. This latter relationship, edging into real need (the master's), is very effectively done; it highlights the handmaid's (read Everywoman's) eternal exploitation, profane or sacred ("We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices"). Atwood, to her credit, creates a chillingly specific, imaginable night-mare. The book is short on characterization—this is Atwood, never a warm writer, at her steeliest—and long on cynicism—it's got none of the human credibility of a work such as Walker Percy's Love In The Ruins. But the scariness is visceral, a world that's like a dangerous and even fatal grid, an electrified fence.
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.Pub Date: Feb. 17, 1985
ISBN: 038549081X
Page Count: -
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Review Posted Online: Sept. 16, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 1985
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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
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