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A review by tien
Crash by J.G. Ballard
dark
medium-paced
0.5
Once upon a time, I added many many books on to my GR to-read following lists I found. This was the early days where I was so excited to have a bookworm platform on which I can add my many books and others. I really should clean this out but sometimes, my curiosity gets the better of me. For this book, it's why is it such a 'classics'? I guess I could sort of understand the interesting point the author was making but I absolutely cannot appreciate the book itself.
From author's note at the beginning of the book, he stated "ultimate role of Crash is cautionary, a warning against that brutal, erotic and overlit realm that beckons more and more persuasively to us from the margins of the technological landscape." As this book was published in the early 1970s, I guess <i>cars</i> are the height of technology with many people being obsessed over them. It hasn't changed today though we have more technological advance things to obsess over. I don't particularly mind the obsession about cars or even car crashes. I do mind the juxtaposition of car crashes and sex. This was too much for my sensibilities and that is on me. You can take this as a recommendation to read or not to read, that is up to your personal taste.
From author's note at the beginning of the book, he stated "ultimate role of Crash is cautionary, a warning against that brutal, erotic and overlit realm that beckons more and more persuasively to us from the margins of the technological landscape." As this book was published in the early 1970s, I guess <i>cars</i> are the height of technology with many people being obsessed over them. It hasn't changed today though we have more technological advance things to obsess over. I don't particularly mind the obsession about cars or even car crashes. I do mind the juxtaposition of car crashes and sex. This was too much for my sensibilities and that is on me. You can take this as a recommendation to read or not to read, that is up to your personal taste.
The crash between our two cars was a model of some ultimate and yet undreamt sexual union.