Название | Millennium People |
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Автор произведения | Iain Sinclair |
Жанр | Современная зарубежная литература |
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Издательство | Современная зарубежная литература |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780007371907 |
Millennium People
J.G. Ballard
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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First published in Great Britain by Flamingo in 2003
Copyright © J. G. Ballard 2003
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Contents
1 The Rebellion at Chelsea Marina
10 Appointment with a Revolution
13 A Neuroscientist Looks at God
14 From Guildford to Terminal 2
19 The Siege of Broadcasting House
24 The Defence of Grosvenor Place
32 A Decline in Property Values
1 The Rebellion at Chelsea Marina
A SMALL REVOLUTION was taking place, so modest and well behaved that almost no one had noticed. Like a visitor to an abandoned film set, I stood by the entrance to Chelsea Marina and listened to the morning traffic in the King’s Road, a reassuring medley of car stereos and ambulance sirens. Beyond the gatehouse were the streets of the deserted estate, an apocalyptic vision deprived of its soundtrack.