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From the author of the Sunday Times bestseller Cocaine Nights comes an acclaimed backlist title -- the unnerving tale of life in a modern tower block running out of control -- now reissued in new cover style. Within the concealing walls of an elegant forty-storey tower block, the affluent tenants are hell-bent on an orgy of destruction. Cocktail parties degenerate into marauding attacks on 'enemy' floors and the once-luxurious amenities become an arena for technological mayhem...In this classic visionary tale, human society slips into violent reverse as the inhabitants of the high-rise, driven by primal urges, recreate a world ruled by the laws of the jungle.
From the author of the Sunday Times bestseller Cocaine Nights comes an acclaimed backlist title -- the unnerving tale of life in a modern tower block running out of control -- now reissued in new cover style. / J.G. Ballard has been at the forefront of modern British fiction for over three decades, achieving remarkable critical acclaim and commercial success / His work ranges from the hugely popular Empire of the Sun, based on his experiences in a Japanese POW camp, via experimental novels such as Crash, a controversial tale of sex and cars, to unnerving visions of worlds gone wrong, as in his most recent novel, Cocaine Nights, in which an idyllic retirement home in Spain hides a secret world of crime, drugs and illicit sex / First published in 1975, High-Rise is one of his most admired novels -- an alarming vision of the near future -- now being reissued in Perennial as part of a repackaging of the Ballard backlist / Competition: Philip K Dick, Martin Amis, Will Self, Ray Bradbury
'Ballard's finest novel! a triumph.' The Times 'Another eerie glimpse into the future. A fast-moving, spine-tingling fable of the concrete jungle.' Daily Express 'A gripping read, particularly if you like your thrills chilly, bloody and with claims to social relevance.' Time Out 'Harsh and ingenious! High-Rise is an intense and vivid bestiary, which lingers unsettlingly in the mind.' Martin Amis, New Statesman