J.G.
Ballard’s novel The Drought featured character
studies of the human reaction to a slow moving yet ultimately disastrous
environmental event. Fresh water
steadily regressing during an extended hot spell, the effect was myriad on the
residents of the small town, each reacting in their own, human way to the
increasingly desperate situation.
Changing the angle but keeping the focus group the same, Ballard’s 1975 High-Rise is likewise an examination of
the nuts and bolts of thought inherent to a steadily deteriorating situation. This time, however, the setting is as urban
as can be: the modern, self-contained high rise.
The
opening line of High-Rise, for as
surreal as it rests on the page, announces itself in direct terms for what it
is: a story of humanity decayed. The
decay subsequently portrayed through three characters, High-Rise gives page time to a handful of characters but most
prominently three men. The first is Richard Lang. A passive medical professor, he watches with
little emotion as his fellow residents, shops, schools, and recreational areas
in their 40-story building begin to show signs that the unspoken social
agreements we all adhere to begin are eroding in the closely packed
environment. Children making noise, dogs
making a mess, and everyone crowded together as they go to the 10th floor supermarket,
public pool, and attempt to use the elevators—nothing has an effect on
Lang. Wilder is a documentary film maker
who, when seeing the residents disagreements become communal, and upper floor
residents, who generally look down on the lower floor residents, start to
protect what they believe is theirs (elevators, trash chutes, roof gardens,
etc.), makes a plan to reach the upper floors to have a look for himself. Camera in hand, he meets more resistance than
expected. And lastly is the building’s
architect, Anthony Royal. A rich man
with a much younger wife who occupies one of the upper-floor penthouses, as
life below starts to degenerate toward complete anti-social behavior, he begins
to think about moving out. But can he
leave his creation?
As is
almost always the case with Ballard, the structure of High-Rise is shaped like a symphony. Individual elements and motifs repeat, but
the overall narrative evolves before the reader’s eyes, the opening steadily
transitioned into an ending of entirely different hue. And while certainly it’s possible to view
this transition as absurd or unrealistic, it would be to miss Ballard’s
underlying premise. For as mimetic as
the setting, characters, and plot devices are, the effect of technology in the
urban environment has effect on the human psyche in ways we are and are not
aware of. One of Ballard’s points
certainly that humans were not intended to live in giant concrete boxes, he
goes about illustrating it through the mindsets of the people living inside
such a construct. Given there are
initiatives underway to ban children from airplanes, restaurants that already
exist banning children due to the noise they produce, innumerable Western
citizens upset by dog owners for similar and other reasons, as well as tensions
running high in any dense urban environment for the time a person must spend in
such close proximity to others without a glimpse of blue sky or breath of fresh
air, Ballard’s points are well-founded.
But more
than just commentary on modern urbanity, High-Rise
is also social commentary on how humans deal with and work in groups. The building’s residents eventually dividing
themselves along lines related to which floor they live on and taking on the
perceived rights associated with those levels, the fights and inter-floor wars
that break out likewise have a grounding in what has been witnessed in
reality. From the labor strikes of the
Industrial Revolution to the work of the psychologist Philip Zimbardo, Ballard
makes the representation that, again, seems absurd given the setting, but
nevertheless strikes at the heart of the tensions simmering just below the
surface of humanity in our real, modern world.
In the
end, High-Rise is a fascinatingly
disturbing look at humans in a dense, vertical environment. With declining moral strictures, perceived
inter-group issues, and dwindling resources, Ballard deconstructs the concept
of civilization before the reader’s eyes, the transitory arc of the novel
powerfully, visually rendered. Literally
delivered in increasingly surreal fashion, figuratively the reader is sucked
into the despairing vision laying in dark chambers of the heart of human
existence. Violence, petty behavior, malevolence—all
are encapsulated in a block of glass and concrete, the weight of those above
bearing down on those below. An eerie
psychological outlay, the story does not settle comfortably in the
brain—behavior and images, lingering
long after.
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