Ballard, an old favourite. Noticed these two kicking around together, they seemed to fit.
This is one of his earlier books, generally viewed more in the Sci Fi bracket. The Max Earnst painting on the cover is perfect. Its a precursor to my favourites like Crash, High Rise and Super Cannes.
Its the start of Ballard repeating the idea of a central character becoming ensnared and seduced by a world of intrigue, oddity and corruption. Basically the military are trying to hide an area of jungle where all life is rapidly crystallizing.
Feels very much like some of Joseph Conrad's stories too.
By day fantastic birds flew through the petrified forest, and jewelled crocodiles glittered like heraldic salamanders on the banks of the crystalline river. By night the illuminated man raced among the trees, his arms like golden cartwheels, his head like a spectral crown...................
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