The Drowned Giant

J. G. Ballard

With its cool, detached style and its disturbing images, this storyis as mysteriously compelling as Kafka's Metamorphosis, andI think it may be remembered as long.

THE DROWNED GIANT

J.G.Ballard

On the morning after the storm the body of a drowned giant waswashed ashore on the beach five miles to the northwest of thecity. The first news of its arrival was brought by a nearby farmerand subsequently confirmed by the local newspaper reportersand the police. Despite this the majority of people, myselfamong them, remained skeptical , but the return of more andmore eyewitnesses attesting to the vast size of the giant wasfinally too much for our curiosity. The library where my Page 1

colleaguesand I were carrying out our research was almost desertedwhen we set off for the coast shortly after two o'clock, andthroughout the day people continued to leave their offices andshops as accounts of the giant circulated around the city.

By the time we reached the dunes above the beach a substantialcrowd had gathered, and we could see the body lyingin the shallow water 200 yards away. At first the estimatesof its size seemed greatly exaggerated. It was then at lowtide, and almost all the giant's body was exposed, but he appearedto be a little larger than a basking shark. He lay on his backwith his arms at his sides, in an attitude of repose, as if asleepon the mirror of wet sand, the reflection of his blanched skinfading as the water receded. In the clear sunlight his body glistenedlike the white plumage of a sea bird.

Puzzled by this spectacle, and dissatisfied with the matter-of-factexplanations of the crowd, my friends and I stepped downfrom the dunes onto the shingle. Everyone seemed reluctantto approach the giant, but half an hour later two fishermenin wading boots walked out across the sand. As their diminutivefigures neared the recumbent body a sudden hubbubof conversation broke out among the spectators. The twomen were completely dwarfed by the giant. Although his heelswere partly submerged in the sand, the feet rose to at least twicethe fishermen's height, and we immediately realized that thisdrowned leviathan had the mass and dimensions of the largestsperm whale.

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Three fishing smacks had arrived on the scene and with keels raisedremained a quarter of a mile offshore, the crews watchingfrom the bows. Their discretion deterred the spec-tatorson the shore from wading out across the sand. Impa -tientlyeveryone stepped down from the dunes and waited onthe shingle slopes, eager for a closer view. Around the marginsof the figure the sand had been washed away, forming ahollow, as if the giant had fallen out of the sky. The two fishermenwere standing between the immense plinths of the feet, waving to us like tourists among the columns of some water-lappedtemple on the Nile. For a moment I feared that thegiant was merely asleep and might suddenly stir and clap hisheels together, but his glazed eyes stared skyward, unaware ofthe minuscule replicas of himself between his feet.

The fishermen then began a circuit of the corpse, strolling pastthe long white flanks of the legs. After a pause to examine thefingers of the supine hand, they disappeared from sight betweenthe arm and chest, then re-emerged to survey the head, shielding their eyes as they gazed up at its Grecian profile. The shallow forehead, straight high-bridged nose, and curlinglips reminded me of a Roman copy of Praxiteles , and theelegantly formed cartouches of the nostrils emphasized the resemblanceto sculpture.

Abruptly there was a shout from the crowd, and a hundred armspointed toward the sea. With a start I saw that one of the Page 3

fishermenhad climbed onto the giant's chest and was now strollingabout and signaling to the shore. There was a roar of surpriseand triumph from the crowd, lost in a rushing ava -lancheof shingle as everyone surged forward across the sand.

As we approached the recumbent figure, which was lying in apool of water the size of a field, our excited 'chatter fell away again, subdued by the huge physical dimensions of this dead colossus. He was stretched out at a slight angle to the shore, his legscarried nearer the beach, and this foreshortening had-disguisedhis true length. Despite the two fishermen standing onhis abdomen, the crowd formed itself into a wide circle, groupsof people tentatively advancing toward the hands and feet.

My companions and I walked around the seaward side of the giant, whose hips and thorax towered above us like the hull of a strandedship. His pearl- coloredskin, distended by immersion in saltwater, masked the contours of the enormous muscles and tendons. We passed below the left knee, which was flexed slightly, threads of damp seaweed clinging to its sides. Draped looselyacross the midriff, and preserving a tenuous propriety, wasa shawl of heavy open-weave material, bleached to a pale yellowby the water. A strong odor of brine came from the garmentas it steamed in the sun, mingled with the sweet, potentscent of the giant's skin.

We stopped by his shoulder and gazed up at the motionless profile. The lips were parted slightly, the open eye cloudy and Page 4

occluded, as if injected with some blue milky liquid, but the delicatearches of the nostrils and eyebrows invested the face withan ornate charm that belied the brutish power of the chest andshoulders.

The ear was suspended in mid-air over our heads like a sculptureddoorway. As I raised my hand to touch the pendulouslobe, someone appeared over the edge of the foreheadand shouted down at me. Startled by this apparition, I steppedback, and then saw that a group of youths had climbed uponto the face and were jostling each other in and out of theorbits.

People were now clambering all over the giant, whose recliningarms provided a double stairway. From the palms theywalked along the forearms to the elbows and then crawled overthe distended belly of the biceps to the flat promenade of thepectoral muscles which covered the upper half of the smoothhairless chest. From here they climbed up onto the face, handover hand along the lips and nose, or forayed down the abdomento meet others who had straddled the ankles and were patrollingthe twin columns of the thighs.

We continued our circuit through the crowd, and stopped to examinethe outstretched right hand. A small pool of water lay inthe palm, like the residue of another world, now being kicked awayby people ascending the arm. I tried to read the palmlines thatgrooved the skin, searching for some clue to the giant's Page 5

character, but the distention of the tissues had almost obliteratedthem, carrying away all trace of the giant's identity andhis last tragic predicament. The huge muscles and wristbonesof the hand seemed to deny any sensitivity to their owner, but the delicate flexion of the fingers and the well-tendednails, each cut symmetrically to within six inches of the quick, argued refinement of temperament, illustrated in the Grecian features of the face, on which the townsfolk were now sittinglike flies.

One youth was even standing, arms wavering at his side, on thevery tip of the nose, shouting down at his companions, but theface of the giant still retained its massive composure.

Returning to the shore, we sat down on the shingle and watchedthe continuous stream of people arriving from the city.

Some six or seven fishing boats had collected offshore, and their crewswaded in through the shallow water for a closer look at thisenormous storm catch. Later a party of police appeared andmade a halfhearted attempt to cordon off the beach, but afterwalking up to the recumbent figure, any such thoughts lefttheir minds, and they went off together with bemused backwardglances.

An hour later there were a thousand people present on the beach, at least two hundred of them standing or sitting on the giant, crowded along the arms and legs or circulating in a ceaselessmelee across his chest and stomach. A large gang of youthsoccupied the head, toppling each other off the cheeks Page 6

andsliding down the smooth planes of the jaw. Two or three straddledthe nose, and another crawled into one of the nostrils, fromwhich he emitted barking noises like a demented dog.

That afternoon the police returned and cleared a way throughthe crowd for a party of scientific expertsauthorities ongross anatomy and marine biologyfrom the university.

The gang of youths and most of the people on the giant climbeddown, leaving behind a few hardy spirits perched on thetips of the toes and on the forehead. The experts strode aroundthe giant, heads nodding in vigorous consultation, pre-cededby the policemen who pushed back the press of specta -tors. Whenthey reached the outstretched hand the senior officeroffered to assist them up onto the palm, but the experts hastilydemurred.

After they returned to the shore, the crowd once more climbedonto the giant, and was in full possession when we left atfive o'clock, covering the arms and legs like a dense flock of gullssitting on the corpse of a large fish.

I next visited the beach three days later. My friends at the libraryhad returned to their work, and delegated to me the task ofkeeping the giant under observation and preparing a report.

Perhaps they sensed my particular interest in the case, and it wascertainly true that I was eager to return to the beach. There wasnothing necrophilic about this, for to all intents the giant wasstill alive for me, indeed more alive than many of the Page 7

peoplewatching him. What I found so fascinating was partly hisimmense scale, the huge volumes of space occupied by his armsand legs, which seemed to confirm the identity of my own miniaturelimbs, but above all, the mere categorical fact of his existence. Whatever else in our lives might be open to doubt, thegiant, dead or alive, existed in an absolute sense, providing aglimpse into a world of similar absolutes of which we spec-tatorson the beach were such imperfect and puny copies.

When I arrived at the beach the crowd was considerably smaller, and some two or three hundred people sat on the shingle, picnicking and watching the groups of visitors who walkedout across the sand. The successive tides had carried thegiant nearer the shore, swinging his head and shoulders towardthe beach, so that he seemed doubly to gain in size, his hugebody dwarfing the fishing boats beached beside his feet.

The uneven contours of the beach had pushed his spine into a slightarch, expanding his chest and tilling back the head, forcinghim into a more expressly heroic posture. The combined effectsof sea water and the tumefaction of the tissues had given theface a sleeker and less youthful look. Although the vast proportionsof the features made it impossible to assess the age andcharacter of the giant, on my previous visit his classically modeledmouth and nose suggested that he had been a young manof discreet and modest temper. Now, however, he appearedto be at least in early middle age. The puffy cheeks, thickernose and temples, and narrowing eyes gave him a look Page 8

ofwell-fed maturity that even now hinted at a growing corrup -tionto come.

The accelerated post-mortem development of the giant's character, as if the latent elements of his personality had gained sufficientmomentum during his life to discharge themselves in a brieffinal resume, continued to fascinate me. It marked the beginningof the giant's surrender to that all-demanding system oftime in which the rest of humanity finds itself, and of which, likethe million twisted ripples of a fragmented whirlpool, our finitelives are the concluding products. I took up my position onthe shingle directly opposite the giant's head, from where I couldsee the new arrivals and the children clambering over the legsarid arms.

Among the morning's visitors were a number of men in leatherjackets and cloth caps, who peered up critically at the giantwith a professional eye, pacing out his dimensions and makingrough calculations in the sand with spars of driftwood.

I assumed them to be from the public works department and othermunicipal bodies, no doubt wondering how to dispose of thismonster.

Several rathermore smartly attired individuals, circus proprietorsand the like, also appeared on the scene, and strolledslowly around the giant, hands in pockets of their long overcoats, saying nothing to one another. Evidently its bulk wastoo great even for their matchless enterprise. After they Page 9

hadgone the children continued to run up and down the arms andlegs, and the youths wrestled with each other over the supineface, the damp sand from their feet covering the white skin.

The following day I deliberately postponed my visit until thelate afternoon, and when I arrived there were fewer than 50 or 60 people sitting on the shingle. The giant had been carriedstill closer to the shore, and was now little more than 75

yardsaway, his feet crushing the palisade of a rotting break-water. The slope of the firmer sand tilted his body toward sea, the bruised swollen face averted in an almost conscious gesture. I sat down on a large metal winch which had been shackledto a concrete caisson above the shingle, and looked downat the recumbent figure.

His blanched skin had now lost its pearly translucence and wasspattered with dirty sand which replaced that washed awayby the night tide. Clumps of seaweed filled the intervals betweenthe fingers and a collection of litter and cuttlebones layin the crevices below the hips and knees. But despite this, andthe continuous thickening of his features, the giant still retained his magnificent Homeric stature. The enormous breadthof the shoulders, and the huge columns of the arms and legs, still carried the figure into another dimension, and the giantseemed a more authentic image of one of the drowned Argonauts or heroes of the Odyssey than the conventional portraitpreviously in my mind.

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I stepped down onto the sand, and walked between the pools ofwater toward the giant. Two small boys were sitting in the wellof the ear, and at the far end a solitary youth stood perched highon one of the toes, surveying me as I approached. As I hadhoped when delaying my visit, no one else paid any atten -tionto me, and the people on the shore remained huddled beneaththeir coats.

The giant's supine right hand was covered with broken shells andsand, in which a score of footprints were visible. The roundedbulk of the hip lowered above me, cutting off all sight ofthe sea. The sweetly acrid odor I had noticed before was now morepungent, and through the opaque skin I could see the serpentinecoils of congealed blood vessels. However repellent it seemed, this ceaseless metamorphosis, a macabre life-in-death, alone permitted me to set foot on the corpse.

Using the jutting thumb as a stair rail, I climbed up onto the palmand began my ascent. The skin was harder than I expected, barely yielding to my weight. Quickly I walked up thesloping forearm and the bulging balloon of the biceps. The faceof the drowned giant loomed to my right, the cavernous nostrilsand huge flanks of the cheeks like the cone of some freakishvolcano.

Safely rounding the shoulder, I stepped out onto the broad promenadeof the chest, across which the bony ridges of the ribcage lay like huge rafters. The white skin was dappled by Page 11

thedarkening bruises of countless footprints, in which the patternsof individual heel marks were clearly visible. Someone hadbuilt a small sand castle on the center of the sternum, and I climbed onto this partly demolished structure to get a better viewof the face.

The two children had now scaled the ear and were pulling themselvesinto the right orbit, whose blue globe, completely occludedby some milk- coloredfluid, gazed sightlessly past theirminiature forms. Seen obliquely from below, the face was devoidof all grace and repose, the drawn mouth and raised chinpropped up by gigantic slings of muscles resembling the tornprow of a colossal wreck. For the first time I became aware ofthe extremity of this last physical agony of the giant, no less painfulfor his unawareness of the collapsing musculature and tissues. The absolute isolation of the ruined figure, cast like an abandonedship upon the empty shore, almost out of sound of thewaves, transformed his face into a mask of exhaustion and helplessness.

As I stepped forward, my foot sank into a trough of soft tissue, and a gust of fetid gas blew through an aperture be-tweenthe ribs. Retreating from the fouled air,which hung like acloud over my head, I turned toward the sea to clear my lungs. To my surprise I saw the the giant's left hand had been amputated.

I staredwith shocked bewilderment at the blackening stump, while the solitary youth reclining on his aerial perch a Page 12

hundredfeet away surveyed me with a sanguinary eye.

This was only the first of a sequence of depredations. I spent thefollowing two days in the library, for some reason reluctant tovisit the shore, aware that I had probably witnessed the approachingend of a magnificent illusion. When I next crossed thedunes and set foot on the shingle, the giant was little more than20 yards away, and with this close proximity to the rough pebblesall traces had vanished of the magic which once surroundedhis distant wave-washed form. Despite his immense size, the bruises and dirt that covered his body made him appearmerely human in scale, his vast dimensions only increas -inghis vulnerability.

His right hand and foot had been removed, dragged up the slope, and trundled away by cart. After questioning the small groupof people huddled by the breakwater, I gathered that a fertilizercompany and a cattle-food manufacturer were re-sponsible.

The giant's remaining foot rose into the air, a steel hawser fixedto the large toe, evidently in preparation for the following day. The surrounding beach had been disturbed by a score of workmen, and deep ruts marked the ground where the hands andfoot had been hauled away. A dark brackish fluid leaked fromthe stumps, and stained the sand and the white cones of thecuttlefish. As I walked down the shingle I noticed that a numberof jocular slogans, swastikas, and other signs had been Page 13

cutinto the gray skin, as if the mutilation of this motionless colossushad released a sudden flood of repressed spite. The lobeof one of the ears was pierced by a spear of timber, and a smallfire had burned out in the center of the chest, blackening thesurrounding skin. The fine wood ash was still being scat-teredby the wind.

A foul smell enveloped the cadaver, the undisguisable signatureof putrefaction, which had at last driven away the usualgathering of youths. I returned to the shingle ad climbed uponto the winch. The giant's swollen cheeks had now almost closedhis eyes, drawing the lips back in a monumental gape.

The once straight Grecian nose had been twisted and flattened, stampedinto the ballooning face by countless heels.

When I visited the beach the following day I found, almost withrelief, that the head had been removed.

Some weeks elapsed before I made my next journey to the beach, and by then the human likeness I had noticed earlier hadvanished again. On close inspection the recumbent thorax andabdomen were unmistakably manlike, but as each of the limbswas chopped off, first at the knee and elbow, and then at shoulderand thigh, the carcass resembled that of any headless sea animalwhaleor whale shark. With this loss of identity, andthe few traces of personality that had clung tenuously to thefigure, the interest of the spectators expired, and the fore-shorewas deserted except for an elderly beachcomber and the watchmansitting in the doorway of the contractor's hut.

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A loose wooden scaffolding had been erected around the carcass, from which a dozen ladders swung in the wind, and thesurrounding sand was littered with coils of rope, long metal-handledknives, and grappling irons, the pebbles oily with bloodand pieces of bone and skin.

I nodded to the watchman, who regarded me dourly over his brazierof burning coke. The whole area was pervaded by the pungentsmell of huge squares of blubber being simmered in a vatbehind the hut.

Both the thighbones had been removed, with the assistance ofa small crane draped in the gauzelike fabric which had once coveredthe waist of the giant, and the open sockets gaped like barndoors. The upper arms, collarbones, ? ndpudenda had likewisebeen dispatched. What remained of the skin over the thoraxand abdomen had been marked out in parallel strips witha tarbrush , and the first five or six sections had been pared awayfrom the midriff, revealing the great arch of the rib cage.

As I left, a flock of gulls wheeled down from the sky and alightedon the beach, picking at the stained sand with ferociouscries.

Several months later, when the news of his arrival had been generallyforgotten, various pieces of the body of the dismem -beredgiant began to reappear all over the city. Most of thesewere bones, which the fertilizer manufacturers had found toodifficult to crush, and their massive' size, and the huge Page 15

tendons and dhcs of cartilage attached to their joints, immediatelyidentified them. For some reason, these disem -bodiedfragments seemed better to convey the essence of thegiant's original magnificence than the bloated appendages thathad been subsequently amputated. As I looked across the roadat the premises of the largest wholesale merchants in the meatmarket, I recognized the two enormous thighbones on eitherside of the doorway. They lowered over the porters'

headslike the threatening megaliths of some primitive druidical religion, and I had a sudden vision of the giant climbing to his kneesupon these bare bones and striding away through the streetsof the city, picking up the scattered fragments of himselfon his return journey to the sea.

A few days later I saw the left humerus lying in the entrance toone of the shipyards. In the same week the mummified right handwas exhibited on a carnival float during the annual pageantof the guilds.

The lower jaw, typically, found its way to the museum of naturalhistory. The remainder of the skull has disappeared, butis probably still lurking in the waste grounds or private gardensof the cityquite recently, while sailing down the river, I noticed two ribs of the giant forming a decorative arch in a watersidegarden, possibly confused with the jawbones of a whale. A large square of tanned and tattooed skin, the size of anIndian blanket, forms a back cloth to the dolls and masks in anovelty shop near the amusement park, and I have no doubt Page 16

thatelsewhere in the city, in the hotels or golf clubs, the mummifiednose or ears of the giant hang from the wall above afireplace. As for the immense pizzle , this ends its days in the freakmuseum of a circus which travels up and down the northwest. This monumental apparatus, stunning in its proportionsand sometime potency, occupies a complete booth toitself. The irony is that it is wrongly identified as that of a whale, and indeed most people, even those who first saw him castup on the shore after the storm, now remember the giant, if atall, as a large sea beast.

The remainder of the skeleton, stripped of all flesh, still rests onthe seashore, the clutter of bleached ribs like the timbers of aderelict ship. The contractor's hut, thecrane and scaffolding havebeen removed, and the sand being driven into the bay alongthe coast has buried the pelvis and backbone. In the winterthe high curved bones are deserted, battered by the breakingwaves, but in the summer they provide an excellent perchfor the sea-wearying gulls.

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