A tortuous justification for slagging off J G Ballard

I read a Ballard book once. No. Nothing there. He's a pale irritation of himself. As for this latest work of his, puh-lease. Shopping malls are malevolent gateways for capitalism's mind-control-police-state?

Gosh. The man's a fricken pensioner. Leave this kind of intellectually turgid anxiety to people with visible cheekbones and a working prostrate. How about writing a nice little story about your holiday home in the Algarve? People always appreciate a sloth's eye perspective on how amazing it is to smell flowers in a foreign country.