tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9878002.post8130284586958441661..comments2024-03-23T06:50:28.304-05:00Comments on PERPETUAL FOLLY: The New Yorker: "The Autobiography of J.G.B." by J.G. BallardUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9878002.post-26392879217795371382009-05-20T12:20:24.582-05:002009-05-20T12:20:24.582-05:00I suppose it's possible that his story is a sort o...I suppose it's possible that his story is a sort of escape from society and it's responsibilities. <br /><br />There's a sense that the author appreciates that he is now contently self sufficient which taken a step further, means he doesn't have to account for himself or his actions to anyone.<br /><br />The situation has made him entirely independent, leaving him to pursue what is dearest to him, with out the judgement of society. <br /><br />I assume that his life's work would be some sort of art, which would not be created to please or entertain society's taste, as sales and money become irrevalent in sustaining his existence, but to create something exactly as he sees fit.Seaurchinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02453410984128973430noreply@blogger.com