The balance between fiction and reality has changed significantly in the past decades. Increasingly their roles are reversed. We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kindmass-merchandising, advertising…the television screen. We live inside an enormous novel.-Ballard (1995, iii) A giant of 'literary geography' (Beaumont and Martin, 2016), J.G. Ballard ranks among the foremost critics, chroniclers and cartographers of consumer society's outer limits (Coverley, 2010). Suburban shopping malls, office parks, ring roads, drive-ins, flyovers, underpasses, traffic islands, leisure centres, cineplexes and billboard-festooned thoroughfares are his source material and satirical target (Baxter, 2008). In a long line of 'concrete and steel' novels, from Crash to Kingdom Come, Ballard lifts the lid on postmodern civilisation and reveals the discontents within. More than that, the Marco Polo of metropolitan peripheries shows how a cesspit of consumer psychosis seethes beneath the placid, placeless surface of anodyne, Ikeatized anonymity (Calcott and Shephard, 1998). Whether it be the coastal holiday resort in Cocaine Nights, the high-tech business park in Super-Cannes, or the luxury apartment block in High-Riseinitially entitled Up!-Ballard's ostensibly utopian settings unfailingly descend into dystopian anarchy, where blood is spilt, gore pores forth and late capitalism's societal stranglehold is strengthened.