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In Memoriam J. G. Ballardxml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
De Britse schrijver J. G. Ballard is gisteren overleden. Ballard werd geboren op 15 november 1930 in Shanghai, China, waar zijn vader een in-en exportbedrijf had. Hij brak in 1984 door met het boek Empire of the Sun. Het boek is grotendeels gebaseerd op de ervaringen van de jonge Ballard in een Japans interneringskamp waar hij, gescheiden van zijn ouders, bescherming kreeg van twee Amerikaanse avonturiers. Ballard begon zijn schrijversloopbaan met het publiceren van S.F. Geen fantasy, maar meer op de werkelijkheid preluderende, pessimistische, toekomstvisies. Crash, een macabere fantasie over auto-ongelukken die sex-thrills genereren werd beschouwd als een grensoverschrijdende cultroman en is verfilmd door David Cronenberg. Later zou zijn werk minder SF- elementen bevatten, maar werden zijn boeken wél cynischer. Zoals Cocaine Nights, dé roman over geld, roem en decadentie in de filmwereld.
Uit: Crash
VAUGHAN died yesterday in his last car-crash. During our friendship he had rehearsed his death in many crashes, but this was his only true accident. Driven on a collision course towards the limousine of the film actress, his car jumped the rails of the London Airport flyover and plunged through the roof of a bus filled with airline passengers. The crushed bodies of package tourists, like a haemorrhage of the sun, still lay across the vinyl seats when I pushed my way through the police engineers an hour later. Holding the arm of her chauffeur, the film actress Elizabeth Taylor, with whom Vaughan had dreamed of dying for so many months, stood alone under the revolving ambulance lights. As I knelt over Vaughan's body she placed a gloved hand to her throat.
Could she see, in Vaughan's posture, the formula of the death which he had devised for her? During the last weeks of his life Vaughan thought of nothing else but her death, a coronation of wounds he had staged with the devotion of an Earl Marshal. The walls of his apartment near the film studios at Shepperton were covered with the photographs he had taken through his zoom lens each morning as she left her hotel in London, from the pedestrian bridges above the westbound motorways, and from the roof of the multi-storey car-park at the studios.
J.G. Ballard ( 15 november 1930 - 19 april 2009)
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