‘The experience Mr Ballard offers is mystical…It is weird; it is grotesque; it is magnificently Gothic.’ Sunday Times
‘By arranging a world drought to kill off the majority of people, he brings his characters to a state of timeless, arid obsession with what is left of water and of their own selves…a sensitive, baroque study in decadence.’ Daily Telegraph
‘Ballard paints staggering imaginary landscapes. A very impressive book by a deeply serious writer, the originality and power of whose vision can be felt.’ TLS
From the Back Cover
"All we know for certain is that the novels of Ballard will not be written, could not be guessed at by anyone else."
'Ransom climbed up on the jetty and gazed down at the houseboat, stranded with all his hopes on the bleached shore. He brushed the dust off his sleeves and trousers, looking out at the mud flats rising from the centre of the lake. At his feet the swollen body of the dog was blurred by the heat, and for a moment the whole landscape seemed to be covered with corpses. The dead fish rotated slowly from their hooks in the drying sheds, and a spasm of dizziness made Ransom retch emptily…'
"One of the few genuine surrealists this country has produced, the possessor of a terrifying and exhilarating imagination."