Une interview de 2011
|Fantasy.Fr a mis en ligne un hommage de James Lovegrove à Ballard. |
Petit extrait :
"Il était sans peur, quelqu’un de très cultivé et esthétiquement raffiné qui ne ressentait aucune honte à écrire dans un idiome (SF) qu’il aimait bien. Comme ambassadeur de notre genre et tout ce que ce genre peut offrir, on ne pouvait pas rêver de mieux."
J'ajoute un hommage de John Clute.
Voici le début :
"For 30 years J.G. Ballard had many readers in many lands. For them, everything he published was news. But after Steven Spielberg based a good though not incandescent film on his autobiographical novel, Empire of the Sun (1984), Ballard became publicly newsworthy over large parts of the world that his words had never reached directly.
He became a sage and prophet, whose visions of the cost of living in the modern world were an integral part of our understanding of the shape of things to come. At least one English dictionary has accepted "Ballardian" as a term descriptive of the landscape of the late 20th century: bleak, rusted out, choked with Ozymandian relics of the space age now past, dystopian – a landscape which surreally embodies the psychopathologies of modern humanity.
That none of this was new in Ballard's understanding of the world, his readers already understood. With an unwavering intensity of gaze, he had been reworking and refining the same fixed array of intuitions and insights from as early as the publication of his first science-fiction story, Prima Belladonna, in 1956. That story, like much of his early work, did not find easy entry into the British literary world. Almost every tale he wrote for more than a decade first appeared in a small British science-fiction magazine called New Worlds, at a time when British SF was formally and culturally very conservative. Only 10 years later, under the mid-1960s editorship of Michael Moorcock, would New Worlds become the natural home of the kind of transgressive, experimental, intensely written "New Wave" fiction that Ballard had been producing for years."
'Pour la carotte, le lapin est la parfaite incarnation du Mal.' Robert Sheckley