Injuries carry the reflective sweetness of a post-coital cigarette. One man plans a sensual coda: he will crash to death The protagonists are titillated by collisions as dogs are by curb smells. Imprint of dashboard equipment: this image alone is repeated - I don't exaggerate - at least 50 times. Vinyl erotic zones rub over epidermal erotic zones. Human body andīody by Fisher are made explicitly analogous in half-mad, monotonous repetitions. What distinguishes "Crash" is its monomaniacal drive. The blurb says, "sex and technology form a nightmare marriage." That's about it: not a particularly original insight either, worth three paragraphs at best. Gratuitous anguish: except perhaps those who think quadruple amputees are chic. Believe me, no one needs this sort of protracted and But I could not, in conscience, recommend it.
"Crash" is well written credit given where due. Ballard choreographs a crazed, morbid roundelay (As person, I faint when someone serves medium rare London broil.) J.G. And as reader, I promise you, only a virtuoso foulness can turn my stomach. Ravensbruck would be somewhat less freakish. Sport Illustrated coverage of the Round-Robin eliminations at This edition is part of a new commemorative series of Ballard's works, featuring introductions from a number of his admirers (including Robert Macfarlane, Martin Amis, James Lever and Ali Smith) and brand-new cover designs from the artist Stanley Donwood.Rash" is, hands-down, the most repulsive book I've yet to come across. But Vaughan craves the ultimate crash - a head-on collision of blood, semen, engine coolant and iconic celebrity.įirst published in 1973 'Crash' remains one of the most shocking novels of the twentieth century and was made into an equally controversial film by David Cronenberg. Robert Vaughan, a former TV scientist turned nightmare angel of the expressway, has gathered around him a collection of alienated crash victims and experiments with a series of auto-erotic atrocities, each more sinister than the last. When Ballard, our narrator, smashes his car into another and watches a man die in front of him, he finds himself drawn with increasing intensity to the mangled impacts of car crashes. The definitive cult, post-modern novel - a shocking blend of violence, transgression and eroticism - reissued with a new introduction from Zadie Smith.
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