Finished reading J.G. Ballard's
The Drowned World, his debut novel.
When solar flares cause a major thaw, the survivors struggle to retain their humanity whichever they see fit, i.e this is the template for the majority of his work, tone wise imho. Not that his short stuff is all hearts and flowers
This does bear the hallmarks of a first attempt, the slightly underwritten "love triangle" does dominate the middle part of the book, something he would refine to an unique abstraction of his own.
I do love old Jim. His worldview is the blackest mirror.
