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Cinema

Cats, whisky and modernity: the J.G. Ballard I knew

8 October 2015

2:00 PM

8 October 2015

2:00 PM

That cinema is having another Ballardian moment will surprise few fans. J.G. Ballard, who died of cancer in 2009 at the age of 78, was one of the darkest, most unsettling of post-war British novelists. In a career that spanned half a century from his debut as a science-fiction writer in the mid-1950s, his surreal imagination confronted such subjects as nuclear catastrophe and planetary drought.

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