I've been a fan of JG Ballard for years,
but I only recently discovered that this, his first novel, even exists! The man appears to have disowned it - it's never listed in the bibliographies on the inside covers of his books.
I'm not entirely sure why - he'd already published a couple of dozen short stories in the decade before this novel came out in 1962.
Perhaps it's because the book verges slightly on generic pot-boiler sci-fi... it lacks a bit of the psycho-pathological character analyses Ballard generally builds into his novels, and focuses more on 'describing the action'.
Nonetheless, a classic Ballardian nightmare dystopic future is on offer in these pages - the world brought to its knees by relentless hurricane winds (cf. the global warming disaster of 'The Drowned World', the worldwide drought of, erm, 'The Drought', or the surreal 'crystallizing of time' in 'The Crystal World'). Even in this slightly terse, stripped-down 'consumer sci-fi' version of his talents that Ballard's publishers serve up here, the sheer pervausive scale of his apocalyptic vision is quite gripping. Like all the best Ballard, it's highly thought-provoking, really prodding the reader to realise just how close the civilisation we take for granted could be to total collapse, if a few of nature's parameters shifted a little...
In summary, well worth tracking down a copy.