Books and Meaningless Coincidences

On Tuesday, I read "Chronopolis" by J.G. Ballard, the first and to-date only story I've ever read by him. At the end I thought, "Hey, this guy's pretty good. Too bad he's probably been dead for a decade." More like two days; the same day I bought the collection of short stories at the library's ENORMOUS $.50 book sale. Stranger things have happened, but not to me this week.