Allen Shull reviewed Concrete Island by J. G. Ballard
Bleak, Surreal, Absurd
3 stars
The novel equivalent of Beckett’s Waiting for Godot, with almost a little Jung or Commedia Dell’Arte for good measure. The 70s were grimy and druggy, yes, but also filled with archetypes.
The novel equivalent of Beckett’s Waiting for Godot, with almost a little Jung or Commedia Dell’Arte for good measure. The 70s were grimy and druggy, yes, but also filled with archetypes.