You have to be into J. G. Ballard’s fixations to get into High-Rise: A Novel. At times fascinating and at others boring, the novel shows Ballard’s brand of talent – narrow. Reading this novel is like reading a treatment of some better work (yet to come): there are compelling moments and language, but it seems that this is a draft. But of course, this is the final version. For me, Ballard never feels completely done with his work.
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