Concrete Island


The J. G. Ballard series ends with a look at my favorite of his novels — at least so far.

Review: Concrete Island, J. G. Ballard, 1974.

I read this ten years ago and made no notes on it. But it’s a good and memorable novel.

The plot is simple.

A British architect sends his car over the embankment of a highway and onto what is, in the middle of civilization, a manmade island. Unable to escape originally because of his injuries and the highway’s geometry, he discovers a secret culture in the middle of the city.

Eventually, in this twist on Robinson Crusoe, he comes to not only accept his isolation but relish it.

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