Two great blows in a week to the world of the imagination - one on the page, the other on-screen.
J.G. Ballard is dead and British Literature, indeed World Literature, is much the lesser for it. An extraordinary mind, an extraordinary man, an extraordinary writer. He will be much missed. I learned about his death quite late. Others have said much more about him already, more eloquently than I can likely manage. Go look for them.
And now Jack Cardiff has died too. It is perhaps fitting then that Jez is covering A Matter Of Life And Death in so much depth at the moment, giving the film its much deserved due.
Another talent gone. One can only hope that there are still people out there yet to discover and be inspired by his work. By his use of colour on-screen.
Treat yourself to a festival of his work, and witness wonder writ large on the screen. Black Narcissus, The Red Shoes, A Matter Of Life And Death, The African Queen, The Vikings, Girl On A Motorcycle, Rambo: First Blood Part 2 (his talent was wasted in his latter days, but it was no less evident)...