“The Cloud-Sculptors of Coral D”
by J. G. Ballard
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Reclusive heiress Leonora
Chanel fills her many houses with portraits of herself. Only one famous picture
is missing – the one her unfaithful husband, a presumed suicide -- was painting
just before his death. “What promised to be a significant exhibit at the
coroner’s inquest, a mutilated easel portrait of Leonora on which he was
working, was accidently destroyed before the hearing,” reports the narrator of
J. G. Ballard’s 1967 surreal fantasy, “The Cloud-Sculptors of Coral D.”
“Perhaps the painting revealed more of Leonora’s character than she chose to
see.”
As obsessed with her own
image as any aging movie queen, Leonora searches for immortality in art, a
search that culminates in the strange medium of cloud sculpture.
Every evening, great clouds
are born on the heated air rising from the ancient dried sea bed of the resort
colony of Vermilion Springs. The wealthy, the jaded, the self-regarding colony
members long as much as the visitors flocking to today’s Jurassic World for ever-new, ever-titillating spectacles to
distract them from the meaninglessness of their lives. And among those who feed
– or perhaps prey – on this insatiable desire, are cloud-sculptors, daredevils
in gliders who “carve seahorses and unicorns, the portraits of presidents and
film stars, lizards and exotic birds,” as Ballard writes. “As the crowd watched
from their cars, a cool rain would fall on to the dusty roofs, weeping from the
sculptured clouds as they sailed across the desert floor towards the sun.”
Among those cloud-sculptors
is Nolan, one of Leonora Chanel’s flock of discarded lovers. He has already
painted her cruelly ironic, all too lifelike portrait. Is it to satisfy her own
vanity or to humiliate her lover that she now demands he sculpt her in the
transient medium of a cloud?
“The Cloud-Sculptors”
would be among the stories Ballard would collect a few years later in his
anthology, Vermilion Sands. It is
also the story science fiction writer Roger Zelazny placed at the beginning of
his edited collection of Nebula Award-winning stories for 1967.
“Here are seven stories,”
Zelazny writes in his introduction. “There is something special about each one
of them, or they wouldn’t be here. They were all of them nominated for the
Nebula Award. . .a thing which represents our collective opinion as to what is
the very best work our area of literature produced. . . ”
Except that some of them
weren’t nominated. Specifically the volume’s opening story, Ballard’s “The Cloud-Sculptors of Coral D.”
It makes me wonder why Nebula didn’t nominate
the story, but “Zelazny does not offer either explanation or excuse for the
inclusion of this story,” writes author/fan Steven H. Silver, “allowing Ballard’s
words to provide their own justification.”
(Next Friday, Adventure
classics continues a July of science fiction with Joanna Russ’s “When It
Changed,” which actually was a Nebula Award winner for its year, 1972.)
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