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Track 12<\/em><\/strong> by J. G. Ballard (New Worlds<\/em> #70, April 1958) opens with Maxted listening to a sound Sheringham is playing to him through headphones. When Maxted fails to guess what the sound is\u2014:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2018Time\u2019s up,\u2019 Sheringham cut in. \u2018A pin dropping.\u2019 He took the three-inch disc off the player, and angled it into its sleeve. \u2018In actual fall, that is, not impact. We used a fifty-foot shaft and eight microphones. I thought you\u2019d get that one.\u2019\u00a0 p. 63<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The men take a break and go outside for a drink. We learn more about this new science of microsonics\u2014very quiet sounds hugely amplified\u2014and, as the story develops, we also discover that Maxted has been having an extra-marital relationship with Sheringham\u2019s wife.
Maxted is waiting for a confrontation about this latter matter but, before one occurs, he starts to feel cold and mentions this to Sheringham. Sheringham tells him to stay where he is and goes to fetch the final recording.
Maxted\u2019s condition continues to deteriorate, and it soon becomes apparent that (spoiler) Sherringham has poisoned him:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He strolled leisurely around the patio, scrutinizing Maxted from several angles. Evidently satisfied, he sat down on the table. He picked up the siphon and swirled the contents about. \u2018Chromium cyanate. Inhibits the coenzyme system controlling the body\u2019s fluid balances, floods hydroxyl ions into the bloodstream. In brief, you drown. Really drown, that is, not merely suffocate as you would if you were immersed in an external bath. However, I mustn\u2019t distract you.\u2019
He inclined his head at the speakers. Being fed into the patio was a curiously muffled spongy noise, like elastic waves lapping in a latex sea. The rhythms were huge and ungainly, overlaid by the deep leaden wheezing of a gigantic bellows. Barely audible at first, the sounds rose until they filled the patio and shut out the few traffic noises along the highway.
\u2018Fantastic, isn\u2019t it?\u2019 Sheringham said. [. . .] \u2018These are 30-second repeats, 400 microsones, amplification one thousand. I admit I\u2019ve edited the track a little, but it\u2019s still remarkable how repulsive a beautiful sound can become. You\u2019ll never guess what this was.\u2019\u00a0 p. 65-66<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Sheringham then reveals his knowledge of Maxted\u2019s liason\u2014there are microphones all around the patio, an area that the couple used for one of their liaisons\u2014and he continues to goad Maxted until finally revealing that he is drowning in a kiss.
This story doesn\u2019t really lend itself to a convincing synopsis but Ballard successfully combines the two disparate story elements (the new science of microsonics and a cuckolded husband seeking revenge) with the almost poetic idea of drowning in a kiss. If that latter image\/thought doesn\u2019t appeal then I suspect you will not like it as much as I did.
***+ (Good to Very Good). 1,850 words. Story link<\/a>.
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