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Crash by J.G. Ballard Details Books and Reviews

Crash

About Crash

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.

Detail

Complete Title: Crash

Format: Paperback

Language: English

Number of Pages: 224

Publication Time: October 5, 2001

Publisher: Picador

ISBN: 0312420331

ISBN13: 9780312420338

About J.G. Ballard

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James Graham “J. G.” Ballard (15 November 1930 – 19 April 2009) was an English novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Ballard came to be associated with the New Wave of science fiction early in his career with apocalyptic (or post-apocalyptic) novels such as The Drowned World (1962), The Burning World (1964), and The Crystal World (1966). In the late 1960s and early 1970s Ballard focused on an eclectic variety of short stories (or “condensed novels”) such as The Atrocity Exhibition (1970), which drew closer comparison with the work of postmodernist writers such as William S. Burroughs. In 1973 the highly controversial novel Crash was published, a story about symphorophilia and car crash fetishism; the protagonist becomes sexually aroused by staging and participating in real car crashes. The story was later adapted into a film of the same name by Canadian director David Cronenberg.

While many of Ballard’s stories are thematically and narratively unusual, he is perhaps best known for his relatively conventional war novel, Empire of the Sun (1984), a semi-autobiographical account of a young boy’s experiences in Shanghai during the Second Sino-Japanese War as it came to be occupied by the Japanese Imperial Army. Described as “The best British novel about the Second World War” by The Guardian, the story was adapted into a 1987 film by Steven Spielberg.

The literary distinctiveness of Ballard’s work has given rise to the adjective “Ballardian”, defined by the Collins English Dictionary as “resembling or suggestive of the conditions described in J. G. Ballard’s novels and stories, especially dystopian modernity, bleak man-made landscapes and the psychological effects of technological, social or environmental developments.” The Oxford Dictionary of National Biography entry describes Ballard’s work as being occupied with “eros, thanatos, mass media and emergent technologies”.

Reviews Crash

User ImageJeffrey Keeten

*****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…

User ImageFabian

Not a “novel” really—see it as an extended erotic poem instead. It’s one pretty cool experience, & fantastically odd; it’s a journey of infatuation into the erotic element inherent in all ca…

User ImageMaggie Stiefvater

This was recommended to me as a good time, but I’m not sure who it would be a good time for. Probably not for women or for cars, both of whom have a pretty rough go of it in these pages…

User ImageEvan

This book is a sausage made out of roadkill…and glass shards. And forced similes and metaphors strewn about the highway, ugly as a car wreck.So much semen is spurted and wiped on the dashboard instr…

User ImageBradley

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…

User ImageLuís

Meter, vinyl, petroleum, bodywork, engine, crystal, chrome. Every word in this novel becomes erotic. Sperm, desire, tooth, areola, curvature, wound, wound, scar. Each attack of the flesh by the metal…

User ImageCody

Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s a metaphor.Just kidding.I never read reviews of a book I’m about to gobble or have just finished, lest they unduly influence my perception. Last night, however, I did ma…

User ImageJan-Maat

The edition I read came with an introduction by the author in which he wrote:…we live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind – mass-merchandizing, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of…

User ImageSteven Godin

A non-erotic, shocking and deeply disturbing auto wreck of perverted sexual carnage that just about stayed within the limitations of what my poor self could bare. Credit to J.G. though for having the…

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