Imagine my thrill at learning today that J.G. Ballard’s suspense novel, High-Rise, depicting what can come of the pressures that build up in the compressed psychosis of a modern residential tower, came out as a film in Britain last year, and was released on this side of the pond in April.
Here is the trailer of High-Rise. It’s hard to tell whether the film is as perverted as the book, or whether the building is as much of a character in the movie as in the book. Still, it presents the tall building as, to say the least, a malign influence on the lives of its residents. They live in a towering maelstrom of bad behavior.
Last year, ignorant of the movie’s existence, I wrote of the book in my post “A high-rise schimflexicon.” This year, with more supertall residential towers threatening to pop up on the skyline of Manhattan, articles on the quality of life above the clouds are trending. Froma Harrop recently asked me to write about it for her website, Silk Stocking. (Part 2 should be read first.)
I think her readers will want to check out the trailer, download the film on Netflix or whatever their film TV fix may be, and then read the book.