The hero of J.G. Ballard’s Super-Cannes is Paul Sinclair, a magazine editor who moves to the gated
community of Eden-Olympia with his young wife. Paul was once a man of action
but a flying accident, and the fact his wife is the primary breadwinner and the
impetus for their move, has rendered him
largely impotent. Paul turns his attention to a mystery: Why did the young
doctor, whose house they now live in and whose job Paul’s wife now has, go nuts
and shoot ten people?
Paul and his wife, Jane, are thoroughly
human characters and the mundane aspects of their story play out in households
across the world every day. The recent economic downturn has created thousands
of Pauls, left underemployed and puttering while their wives take over
traditional male roles. Creating a story for one of these guys is a simple
matter of dropping something into their lives that gets them on their feet: an
alien invasion, a skinny-dipping neighbor or a murder mystery. What Ballard did
to make it a good story is to tweak
the setting. The gated community Paul and Jane move to is a high-tech
business-and-residential park, where driven young people can work to
fulfillment and then stumble home to luxury. It’s an ideal world for Type A’s,
a veritable utopia.
The problem with utopias, though, is
that they can’t actually exist. Sir Thomas More acknowledged this in 1516, when
he created the word by borrowing it from the Greek for “no place.” The
residents of Eden-Olympia can only maintain their façade of perfection if they
release their angst and stress through brutality and deviant sex. Even the
amateur sleuth, Paul, finds himself committing minor acts of vandalism,
stealing a car and considering sex with an eleven-year-old prostitute.
Why do the characters in Super-Cannes do the things they do? They
have to. It’s in their nature. They are products of their just-enough-of-kilter
environment. It’s a good lesson in creating character-driven drama.
I will be visiting Ballard’s world
again, both through a re-read of Super-Cannes
and the, hopefully soon, delivery of Cocaine
Nights, an earlier book by the author. We’ll see what else he can show me.
That sounds pretty interesting. Mitch would definitely approve of something that's so character driven and not full of plot.
ReplyDeleteI might have to check this out. A dytopian utopia. Good times.
My wife had to kind of wedge her way through it, but she appreciated it, too. I like Ballard's stuff overall.
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