James Graham Ballard(15 November 1930 – 19 April 2009)
I don't know how I missed it but JG Ballard died in April [right about the time my marriage was completely falling apart - perhaps that's the reason] and I jut now heard about it. I literally got teary eyed when I found out but that soon turned to rage in the bookstore [an emotion that I often feel when I go in there - is it normal to want to sweep rows upon rows of books off of the shelves and kick middle-aged liberals to the floor while screaming 'Where the fuck is your copy of the Collected works of Boyd Rice?']. When I bought the just re-released 'Complete Short Story Collection' ...I got all Larry David and was asking where the JG Ballard memorial display was and I looked around the store to accent my point. I don't even know if the cash handler knew who I was talking about, he kind of laughed in that way that young hipster douche-bags do when they feel insecure and try to turn it around on you. Fucking Powell's books will make displays about people who ride bicycles and other 'People's Republic of Portland' *cough...cocksucker...cough* horseshit but they don't represent for one of the most important authors of all time? Douche-Bag pricks..
If there is any doubt as to what I am trying to say let me make it clear:
Fuck Powell's City of Books and the horse they rode in on for not making a JG Ballard display those prick motherfucking douche-bag pigs.
This one's for you James...I mean, seriously, I loved this man. If I ever write anything a tenth as good as his works I will feel like I have finally arrived.
