RIP J.G. Ballard

Crap crap crap crap. J.G. Ballard is dead. What a great writer. I especially loved the short stories, especially the ones that totally rewired your brain, made you see space and time differently. Crap.

UPDATE: My Omnivoracious appreciation.


  1. Jeff VanderMeer says

    Wish it wasn’t true. I got the news via text message from a friend, who I assumed had gotten it from the wire services. But it seems it probably came via a friend of the Ballards on facebook and then the news spread. I sure do wish it wasn’t true.

  2. GDT says

    One of the few science fiction writers who did actually predict the future in a meaningful way.

  3. says

    Very sad news, indeed. I’ve only read a collection of his early short stories, but I think I’m going to be placing an order shortly for some of his other works.

  4. says

    As we say here in Brazil, CARALHO! (“Fuck me!”, in a non-literal translation). I was in Rio visiting my parents and didn´t enter the Web. Brazilian TV just “broke” the news a couple of hours ago, and they mispronounced his name (they said Ballárd, as if he were French! couldelamerde, as the Merovingian (or maybe Ballard himself) would say.

    Yes, I´m pissed off. He was one of the greatest to me.


  1. […] Jeff VanderMeer is reporting that J.G. Ballard is dead. If that last sentence doesn’t cause your heart to sink to your feet, then get thee to a bookstore or a library and check the man’s work out immediately. Ballard was one of the greats: an imaginative giant, a profoundly erudite iconoclast, one of those rare talents who came up with a warped concept if it was wild and provided the speculative heft needed to keep a thought experiment going. And I hope to have more to say about the man as soon as I can collect my thoughts more coherently. […]