From Publishers Weekly
Ballard, the British novelist best known for Empire of the Sun, has also done a considerable amount of movie and book reviewing, as well as assorted hackwork, mostly for British newspapers, and this collection is a representative selection. His pieces display a crisp style, an offbeat affection for some of the trappings of contemporary life-such as superhighways, shopping centers, high-rise hotels-usually scorned by literary folk, and an abiding passion for science fiction (of which Ballard himself is a skilled practitioner). He is excellent on SF movies (there are not nearly enough of his cogent reviews of these here), but he is less interesting, being perhaps less involved, in writing about the visual arts. His book reviews are a highly eclectic lot, displaying great enthusiasm for William S. Burroughs, Nathanael West and Henry Miller. The real problem with this collection, apart from its lack of focus, is that Ballard the essayist is not nearly as compelling as Ballard the creative writer. Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.


From Library Journal
A respected figure in contemporary fiction, Ballard is best known for his novels (most recently Crash, on which a film just honored at Cannes was based). This nonfiction collection, however, features the reviews and essays Ballard has written over the last 30 years, commenting on public figures as diverse as Albert Einstein, Andy Warhol, Salvador Dali, and Nancy Reagan. Noteworthy are his reviews and comments on science fiction and surrealism, subjects he examines with considerable enthusiasm and knowledge. While his reviews offer pungent insights into the preoccupations and paranoia of the late 20th century, the autobiographical essays recounting Ballard's early years in China are especially compelling. Born in Shanghai in 1930, he spent four years interned in a Japanese prison camp, an experience he writes of eloquently, strongly defending the American decision to drop the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. (His novel Empire of the Sun, which Steven Speilberg made into a film, covers the same territory.) This thought-provoking, informative, and entertaining book is recommended for all libraries.?Nancy R. Ives, SUNY at Geneseo, N.Y.Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.


The New York Times Book Review, David Walton
"Does the future still have a future? " J. G. Ballard asks in this collection of his miscellaneous prose. Visionary forms like science fiction, surrealism and the pop movement exemplified by Andy Warhol have infused and transformed our culture and our arts, he writes, making the future they predict itself predictable. Ordinarily, collections of newspaper reviews are inherently passé, but Mr. Ballard, whose many books include Empire of the Sun and Rushing to Paradise, sidesteps that difficulty by leaving whatever book he's reviewing virtually unmentioned, extracting its meat and recasting its subject into his own lively and eclectic style--and making any idea of reading the book itself unnecessary and redundant.


From Kirkus Reviews
Like a brain with a severed corpus callosum, this is a wide-spectrum collection of Ballard's heady essays from the '60s that address the future with visionary irony and recent newspaper reviews that concern a pathological, if mundane, present. On such topics as the automobile and the Space Age, or the personalities of Ralph Nader and Salvador Dali, Ballard (Rushing to Paradise, 1995, etc.) views the 20th century from a singular, removed perspective that is sometimes martianlike. Still, there is a world of difference between, say, his oracular overview of Surrealism for the ``New Wave'' science-fiction magazine New Worlds in 1966 and his prosaic review of a Dali biography in the Guardian in 1986. Ballard the socio-media decoder also proves able to temper his sensibilities when writing for the more banal channels of glossy magazines and Sunday papers. Biographies of Elvis, Howard Hughes, and Einstein, or histories of Hollywood writers, modern China, and comic books are alike easy work, his rarified intellect only subliminally present. He can respectfully, mischievously review Kitty Kelly's ``chain-saw'' biography of Nancy Reagan, but he did a far more creative hatchet job in his satirical ``Why I Want to Fuck Ronald Reagan'' in 1970 (not included here). The most notable pieces here tend to be from New Worlds, such as ``Which Way to Inner Space,'' his call to recalibrate science fiction's ``vocabulary of ideas'' and focus less on technology and more on psychology: ``The only truly alien planet is Earth,'' he writes. Yet at century's close, he can still mordantly praise suburban Shepperton's numbing environs and call for a London of Shanghai-esque decadence. Ironically, the closer Ballard approaches to the millennium, the more he blends futurism with ephemera and the more frequently he dwells on his past. -- Copyright ©1996, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.


Review
"Lively and eclectic . . . A surprisingly cohesive view of what Mr. Ballard considers the future icons of our time."—David Walton, The New York Times Book Review

"Appealing and accessible in a way that brings his cultural critiques insidiously close to home."—Kerry Nugent-Wells, The Boston Phoenix



Review
"Lively and eclectic . . . A surprisingly cohesive view of what Mr. Ballard considers the future icons of our time."—David Walton, The New York Times Book Review

"Appealing and accessible in a way that brings his cultural critiques insidiously close to home."—Kerry Nugent-Wells, The Boston Phoenix



Review
"Lively and eclectic . . . A surprisingly cohesive view of what Mr. Ballard considers the future icons of our time."—David Walton, The New York Times Book Review

"Appealing and accessible in a way that brings his cultural critiques insidiously close to home."—Kerry Nugent-Wells, The Boston Phoenix



Book Description
Over the course of his career, J.G. Ballard has revealed hidden truths about the modern world. The essays, reviews, and ruminations gathered here—spanning the breadth of this long career—approach reality with the same sharp prose and sharper vision that distinguish his fiction. Ballard's fascination for and fixation upon this century take him from Mickey Mouse to Salvador Dali, from Los Angeles to Shanghai, from William Burroughs to Winnie the Pooh, from the future to today.



About the Author
J. G. Ballard is the author of numerous books, including Empire of the Sun, the underground classic Crash, Concrete Island and The Kindness of Women. He is revered as one of the most important writers of fiction to address the consequences of twentieth-century technology. He lives in England.

FROM THE PUBLISHER

Collected for the first time, these are the nonfiction writings of one of this century's most important voices.

The pieces--more than ninety in all, written between 1963 and 1995--exhibit the same sharp vision and sharper prose that has distinguished all of Ballard's fiction. His fascination for and fixation upon this century take him from William Burroughs to Elvis Presley, and through his eyes we see our times more clearly and more pointedly.

FROM THE CRITICS

Publishers Weekly

Ballard, the British novelist best known for Empire of the Sun, has also done a considerable amount of movie and book reviewing, as well as assorted hackwork, mostly for British newspapers, and this collection is a representative selection. His pieces display a crisp style, an offbeat affection for some of the trappings of contemporary life-such as superhighways, shopping centers, high-rise hotels-usually scorned by literary folk, and an abiding passion for science fiction (of which Ballard himself is a skilled practitioner). He is excellent on SF movies (there are not nearly enough of his cogent reviews of these here), but he is less interesting, being perhaps less involved, in writing about the visual arts. His book reviews are a highly eclectic lot, displaying great enthusiasm for William S. Burroughs, Nathanael West and Henry Miller. The real problem with this collection, apart from its lack of focus, is that Ballard the essayist is not nearly as compelling as Ballard the creative writer. (May)

Library Journal

A respected figure in contemporary fiction, Ballard is best known for his novels (most recently Crash, on which a film just honored at Cannes was based). This nonfiction collection, however, features the reviews and essays Ballard has written over the last 30 years, commenting on public figures as diverse as Albert Einstein, Andy Warhol, Salvador Dali, and Nancy Reagan. Noteworthy are his reviews and comments on science fiction and surrealism, subjects he examines with considerable enthusiasm and knowledge. While his reviews offer pungent insights into the preoccupations and paranoia of the late 20th century, the autobiographical essays recounting Ballard's early years in China are especially compelling. Born in Shanghai in 1930, he spent four years interned in a Japanese prison camp, an experience he writes of eloquently, strongly defending the American decision to drop the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. (His novel Empire of the Sun, which Steven Speilberg made into a film, covers the same territory.) This thought-provoking, informative, and entertaining book is recommended for all libraries.Nancy R. Ives, SUNY at Geneseo, N.Y.

Kirkus Reviews

Like a brain with a severed corpus callosum, this is a wide-spectrum collection of Ballard's heady essays from the '60s that address the future with visionary irony and recent newspaper reviews that concern a pathological, if mundane, present.

On such topics as the automobile and the Space Age, or the personalities of Ralph Nader and Salvador Dali, Ballard (Rushing to Paradise, 1995, etc.) views the 20th century from a singular, removed perspective that is sometimes martianlike. Still, there is a world of difference between, say, his oracular overview of Surrealism for the "New Wave" science-fiction magazine New Worlds in 1966 and his prosaic review of a Dali biography in the Guardian in 1986. Ballard the socio-media decoder also proves able to temper his sensibilities when writing for the more banal channels of glossy magazines and Sunday papers. Biographies of Elvis, Howard Hughes, and Einstein, or histories of Hollywood writers, modern China, and comic books are alike easy work, his rarified intellect only subliminally present. He can respectfully, mischievously review Kitty Kelly's "chain-saw" biography of Nancy Reagan, but he did a far more creative hatchet job in his satirical "Why I Want to Fuck Ronald Reagan" in 1970 (not included here). The most notable pieces here tend to be from New Worlds, such as "Which Way to Inner Space," his call to recalibrate science fiction's "vocabulary of ideas" and focus less on technology and more on psychology: "The only truly alien planet is Earth," he writes. Yet at century's close, he can still mordantly praise suburban Shepperton's numbing environs and call for a London of Shanghai-esque decadence.

Ironically, the closer Ballard approaches to the millennium, the more he blends futurism with ephemera and the more frequently he dwells on his past.