What a book – I have just finished it and feel exhausted, emotional but overjoyed to have read this novel.
J G Ballard takes you through hell; as I read I was swotting away swarms of flies that flew out from the explicit pages, I could taste the poisonous pus that was infecting Jim’s gum and smell the death that befell so many.
The intensity of the writing never lets up, even as you read the last paragraph.
One line still lingers in my head although there are dozens of lines any writer would be proud to call their best – I liked:
“Without its beggars, the city seemed all the poorer”