‘High-Rise’ by J.G. Ballard

High-rise

Fiction – paperback; Fourth Estate; 176 pages; 2011.

When the recent London riots were in full swing, much of the media commentary was peppered with the adjective “Ballardian”. According to Wikipedia, the term means:

Of or pertaining to the characteristic fictional milieu of author J.G. Ballard, typified by dystopian modernity, bleak artificial landscapes and the psychological effects of technological, societal and environmental developments.

Not having read any Ballard before, I decided it might be time to try, if only to understand why the term was being so liberally applied. I opted for his 1975 novel High-Rise, because it seemed to capture something of what happens to humans when the veneer of civilisation breaks down — and for a few days in August that’s what it felt like in London.

Of course, when I read the opening line — one of the most intriguing and spectacular I’ve ever come across —  I knew I had to buy the book:

Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog, Dr Robert Laing reflected on the unusual events that had taken place within this huge apartment building during the previous three months.

The building is 40 floors high and contains 1,000 apartments (Laing describes them as “over-priced cells”), a supermarket, swimming pool, gymnasium, bank, hairdressing salon, liquor store, restaurant and junior school. It has so many services that it is effectively a “small vertical city” and most of the residents have no need to leave the building, other than to go to work.

Laing, a senior lecturer in the physiology department of a nearby medical school, moves in to a studio apartment after his divorce, urged in part by his married sister, a resident on the 22nd floor, because she felt it would provide him with total privacy. Initially, he finds “something alienating about the concrete landscape of the project — an architecture designed for war, on the unconscious level if no other”, but later comes to enjoy the “pleasures of a subtle kind of anonymity”.

But  — as the opening line might suggest — all is not as it seems. The building is populated with well-to-do professional classes (“lawyers, doctors, tax consultants, senior academics and advertising executives”), who all appear to rub along together quite well. But the residents are divided into cliques and exclusive groups determined by their occupation and their position in the building — the higher the floor, the higher your standing on the social scale.

The residents might be highly respectable, but it doesn’t take much for petty grievances and little rivalries to come to the fore. (Anyone who has lived on a housing estate or an apartment building managed by a body corporate will find much to identify with here.) When rowdy parties start happening — a bottle of sparkling wine explodes on Laing’s balcony at 11am one Sunday having dropped 50 feet from above — it triggers a complete breakdown in the building’s social order.

Before long this fragile civility slowly morphs into a terrifying chaos in which men and women begin to behave like animals. Violence, looting and murder are not far behind. Ballard charts this social regression in painstaking detail from the perspective of various characters, including the building’s architect and a documentary film-maker.

As much as I admired the cool, rather detached tone of the novel, I found that it didn’t take long for the narrative of affluent residents turning into marauding, sexually depraved, warriors to wear thin.

And while High-Rise is just 176 pages long, I found it a mentally exhausting read, not because the prose is difficult, but because every page is crammed with Ballardian theories. The author has much to say about society in general, but his particular focus seems to be the way in which humans relate to one another when living in confined — and sterile — conditions. Indeed, he seems to suggest that it is not so much one’s social standing or wealth that affects your behaviour, but the urban environment in which you live. In High-Rise the building is the central character, a “huge machine” that looms large and dehumanises those who reside in it.

For that reason, I’m not sure the novel illuminates the causes of the recent riots. But as novel of ideas —  and a good book to discuss in a group — you would be hard pressed to find anything better.

Finally, as an aside, if you purchase the same 2011 Fourth Estate edition as me (ISBN: 978-0-586-04456-8) do check page 167 beforehand: half of the bottom line on my copy was absent, which made for a rather puzzling sentence!

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8 thoughts on “‘High-Rise’ by J.G. Ballard

  1. I haven’t read this one, but have enjoyed other Ballards. I love these covers, I read the orig penguin edition of The Drowned World when I was young; the other day I saw it in a bookshop with a similar cover design to the one you show here, and nearly bought it for my 16 year old daughter. I am not sure if it would stand the test of time, though.

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  2. Kim, I have a 1977 Panther edition so if you give me a clue I should be able to fill in the missing line.
    Maxine, I wonder if you would consider buying the edition I have for your daughter – woman wearing open long red coat and little else stands in front of smouldering tower block. Very Seventies.

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  3. This sounds like something I SHOULD read but other than Lord of the Flies and 1984 (read in high school 40 years ago), I’ve more or less avoided dystopian literature. Still, you make High Rise sound worthwhile!

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  4. Thanks, Philip. It’s near the end of chapter 18 “The Blood Garden”. The paragraph, which is a bit raunchy, begins “Wilder waited for them to speak to him.” It’s the last line in this paragraph that runs out in my edition. So, essentially, I need to know what the missing words are in this sentence:
    “He was about to run forward to her, but her matter-of-fact gaze, her unimpressed appraisal of his heavy loins, made him [fill in the blanks]”

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  5. I quite like dystopian fiction and this novel is worth a read. But, as I point out above, it is pretty heavy going in terms of detail (rather than plot) and raises more questions than it answers.

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  6. I’ve heard the author’s name before before but never pursued it. Next time I’m having a binge in a used bookstore, I’ll keep the name in mind. Sounds interesting.

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  7. He’s much loved here in the UK, and has a staggering amount of titles to his name, so you shouldn’t have much trouble tracking down one of his books, Chad. Whether people would give them up and deposit in a used bookstore is questionable though!

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