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Crash

J.G. Ballard

Paperback | Pages: 224 pages

Rating: 3.61 | 21434 Users | 1196 Reviews

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Original Title:	Crash
ISBN:	0312420331 (ISBN13: 9780312420338)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	James Ballard, Dr. Robert Vaughan

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In Ballard's hallucinatory novel, the car provides the hellish tableau in which Vaughan, a "TV scientist" turned "nightmare angel of the highways," experiments with erotic atrocities among auto crash victims, each more sinister than the last. James Ballard, his friend and fellow obsessive, tells the story of this twisted visionary as he careens rapidly toward his own demise in an intentionally orchestrated car crash with Elizabeth Taylor. A classic work of cutting edge fiction, Crash explores the disturbing potentialities of contemporary society's increasing dependence on technology as intermediary in human relations.

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Title	:	Crash
Author	:	J.G. Ballard
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 224 pages
Published	:	October 5th 2001 by Picador (first published June 28th 1973)
Categories	:	Fiction. Science Fiction. Literature

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Ratings: 3.61 From 21434 Users | 1196 Reviews

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Not a "novel" reallysee it as an extended erotic poem instead. Its one pretty cool experience, & fantastically odd; its a journey of infatuation into the erotic element inherent in all car crashes. Like a dada experiment with clashing ideas and absurd pop symbols, everything is sensuous, even human defects are seen through a wholly unique filter, in sharp contrast with the immaculate beauty of the automobile. Sex, like driving, has plenty of potential energy that's stored upthe want for a

Uh, Im pretty sure its a metaphor.Just kidding.I never read reviews of a book Im about to gobble or have just finished, lest they unduly influence my perception. Last night, however, I did make the mistake of looking at my friends reviews of this (youre all good) and accidentally glanced at the opinion of the Goodreadersphere-at-large. Holy moly, talk about divisive! The few I read indicated that the vox populi of GR place Crash somewhere next to cancer and the Holocaust on the list of world

*****WARNING THIS IS A GRAPHIC ADULT REVIEW NO KIDDIES PLEASE.*****I knew that Vaughan could never really die in a car-crash, but would in some way be re-born through those twisted radiator grilles and cascading windshield glass. I thought of the scarred white skin over his abdomen, the heavy pubic hair that started on the upper slopes of his thighs, his tacky navel and unsavoury armpits, his crude handling of women and automobiles, and his submissive tenderness towards myself. Even as I had

Before reading this book, I thought I was worldly, weary, and wise. I thought I had seen all the perversity and sex that modern novels could deliver. I thought I understood fetish.I understood nothing.This is a wild poem in novel format drawing out the most sexual visualizations. I could compare it with Anaïs Nin with her absolute poetry of sex, but to do so would ignore the absolute grotesquerie of Ballard's coupling with mangled machinery.This is a novel of car crash survivors being unable to

*****WARNING THIS IS A GRAPHIC ADULT REVIEW NO KIDDIES PLEASE.*****I knew that Vaughan could never really die in a car-crash, but would in some way be re-born through those twisted radiator grilles and cascading windshield glass. I thought of the scarred white skin over his abdomen, the heavy pubic hair that started on the upper slopes of his thighs, his tacky navel and unsavoury armpits, his crude handling of women and automobiles, and his submissive tenderness towards myself. Even as I had

Two months before my accident, during a journey to Paris, I had become so excited by the conjunction of an air hostess's fawn gaberdine skirt on the escalator in front of me and the distant fuselages of the aircraft, each inclined like a silver penis towards her natal cleft, that I had involuntarily touched her left buttock. Say whaaat??!! Honestly, what the hell is this book I just read? What was the author smoking when he was writing it? (And where can I get some?). I have to say this is one

This and The Atrocity Exhibition are two of my favourite books, precisely because of their weirdness, because they showed the teenage me that something surprising and original could be done with the novel form beyond the staid and traditional forms foisted upon us as A level English students. (My less fortunate peers in the soft South had to make do with Hermann Hesse.) Both Crash and The Atrocity Exhibition belong very much to their time, of course, but they do encapsulate a sort of postmodern