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Genre Fiction
  • Author:
    J. G. Ballard
  • ISBN:
    0312420331
  • ISBN13:
    978-0312420338
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  • Publisher:
    Picador; 1st edition (October 5, 2001)
  • Pages:
    224 pages
  • Subcategory:
    Genre Fiction
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  • Rating:
    4.9
  • Votes:
    766
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Crash is a novel by English author J. G. Ballard, first published in 1973. It is a story about symphorophilia; specifically car-crash sexual fetishism: its protagonists become sexually aroused by staging and participating in real car-crashes.

Crash is a novel by English author J. In 1996, the novel was made into a film of the same name by David Cronenberg.

FREE shipping on qualifying offers. In this hallucinatory novel, an automobile provides the hellish tableau in which Vaughan, a TV scientist turned nightmare angel of the highways.

J. Ballard certainly added an extra kink to the perversity of this novel when he elected to give the narrator his own name. Vaughan a former TV-scientist, turned nightmare angel of the expressways is obsessively planning a head on collision with the actress Elizabeth Taylor. He has a police scanner in his car and every time there is an accident he appears on the scene with his cameras whirring and his penis stirring. He is there when Ballard has his own accident.

Listen to books in audio format. This fast-paced narrative by the author of CRASH and EMPIRE OF THE SUN is a stunning evocation of a flooded, tropical London of the near future and a foray into the workings of the unconscious mind. Ballard imagines a future world in which global warming has melted the ice-caps and primordial jungles and swamps have returned to a tropical London. Ballard's enduring novel of war and deprivation, internment camps and death marches, and starvation and survival is an honest coming-of-age tale set in a world thrown utterly out of joint. History & Fiction. It is a story about symphorophilia or car-crash sexual fetishism: its protagonists become sexually aroused by staging and participating in real car-crashes. The novel was written in a highly sensationalized manner

Crash is a novel by English author J. The novel was written in a highly sensationalized manner. It was a highly controversial novel: famously one publisher's reader returned the verdict "This author is beyond psychiatric help. Do Not Publish!" The novel was made into a movie of the same name in 1996 by David Cronenberg

Crash is a novel by English author J. It was a highly controversial novel: one publisher's reader returned the verdict "This author is beyond psychiatric help. The story is told through the eyes of narrator James Ballard, named after the author himself, but it centers on the sinister figure of Dr. Robert Vaughan, a former TV-scientist, turned nightmare angel of the expressways. Ballard meets Vaughan after being involved in a car accident himself near London Airport.

Crash (Ballard novel). Crash is a novel by English author J. John Irons (London: Reaktion Books, 2005), 82. It is a story about symphorophilia specifically car-crash sexual fetishism: its protagonists become sexually aroused by staging and participating in real car-crashes. Taylor, Brett (Oct–Nov 2009). Ballard was born to British parents in Shanghai, China on November 15, 1930. While a child during World War II, he spent four years in a Japanese POW camp.

View all . About the author (1994). J. This experience was the basis for the emotionally moving novel Empire of the Sun, which he adapted into a successful movie, directed by Steven Spielberg. It is a story about symphorophilia; specifically car-crash sexual fetishism: its protagonists become sexually aroused by staging and participating in real car-crashes

Crash is a novel by English author J. It was a highly controversial novel: one publisher's.

In this hallucinatory novel, an automobile 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 internationally orchestrated car crash with Elizabeth Taylor.

A classic work of cutting-edge fiction, Crash explores both the disturbing implications and horrific possibilities of contemporary society's increasing dependence on technology as intermediary in human relations.


Ann
I think both the 5 and 1-star reviews are both off. People either loving or hating this book. The "hate" reviews are especially shallow I think because they seem to be unable to look past the visceral language and "gross" descriptions of sex acts and injuries. Believe me I cringe more than half a dozen times reading Crash, but that in and of itself doesn't make it a bad book.

The redundancy became distracting after a while, around the halfway point. The same exact words used over and over again to describe the sex acts. It seemed to me pretty obvious that these scenes weren't meant to turn us on. We're supposed to be confused, disgusted, and alienated from these people. We aren't supposed to join in their erotic love for technology fusing with people.

It's also so presumptuous from Ballard's point of view. At no point does he ever point out how messed up his relationship with Catherine is, or how insane the car-lovers are. It's all just...normal. As we gawk and scratch our heads. They've all become so alienated from humanity that the desperate search for feeling and eroticism through extra-marital affairs, mutilation and technology is a matter-of-fact for them. They are already so far gone down the rabbit hole.

That being said, at 3/4's through the book I started wondering where exactly Ballard had this thing going. I felt like he was hammering his point home over and over again. Probably could have been half the length it was in my opinion.
SlingFire
This is a case of a derivative work being superior to the original, IMO. I came to the novel because I found the film so compelling. True, the two share a fascinating take on the relation of man and technology in their exploration of the eroticism of one of the more iconic pieces of machinery ever created: the automobile. But this isn't just doing-it-in-the-back-seat-of-the-Chevy sex, this is kinky, body-modification-by-violent-means sex.
Ballard's characters are obsessed with car crashes and the way in which the human body and mind are forever altered by the experience. There is an obsession with scarring, with wounds, with broken bones and torn flesh, with body fluids and the way violent impact can force them from us. This is ground-breaking stuff, thought-provoking and troubling in ways that aren't pleasant to think about. Unfortunately, whether it's that Ballard's style isn't conducive to conveying the eroticism in any visceral way or whether the sheer length of this story works against it, the novel never really grabbed hold of my imagination.
I had a sense, as I slogged through the latter half of the book, that I was reading a short story in novel's clothing. It feels padded to me, and highly repetitive. The erotic frisson of engine coolant as a kind of sexual musk lost its charm after the first dozen times it was evoked. Ballard's sexual vocabulary here is clinical in the extreme which may work in terms of distancing the reader from sex on wholly human terms, but it works too well. Held at a distance by the words he chooses, it's hard to get a feel for the implied eroticism of the subject matter. It's all too cerebral, too cold and mechanical. The machine is all, and humans might as well be made of metal, too.
I give points for the chances he took, but subtract them for the unnecessarily sterile way in which he took them.
Pameala
A harsh story of sex and car crashes, which I found most of the time repelling, but ultimately morphs into a tale of self destruction. The characters are crude, severely impaired and yet all seek relief from trauma caused by some car accident in their past, through elaborate sex acts involving cars and crashes. In the end, the whole book is original and erotic, despite being also repulsive and, at times, disgusting
Axebourne
I would love to say that this was a fascinating warning against our ever growing dependence on technology and how it has changed us to were we are more connected to the inanimate than the animate. I would love to say that this book was an extraordinary work of provocative literary fiction and how it made me think and challenged my views on sexuality and the world around me.... But I can't. Because this book was an amazing, hard to put down, unbelieveably graphic, in depth, fantasized look at people with car-crash-fetishes.

James Ballard a director (I think) of commercials gets into a serious car accident that kills the driver of the other vehicle involved and forever changes James and the victim's wife. Through the strange and sometimes dangerous eyes of a deranged man, Dr. Robert Vaughn, who also had long ago been in a life altering crash, they discover the sexuality of the pairing of their bodies with automobiles and the eroticism of car crashes. (I'm pretty sure others who are die-hard fans of this book will scoff at my paultry description of the book, but that's basically what this book is about.)

I enjoyed the book because it was different-- definitely an alternative in eroticism-- and gave me a glimpse of how people react differently to tragedies or the unthinkable. I can't say I walked away from the book with a more enlightened view of anything, but I can say I walked away with satisfaction.

The only complaint I have is the tone of the book: It was monotone. There were so many instances in the book were I knew I needed to feel something-- astonishment, horror, grief, lust-- but they were lost in the one page long, overly detailed, paragraphs. I have read 100 Years of Solitude and Love in the Time of Cholera so I am familiar with this type of style but I think for this book empahsis-- ie. shorter paragraphs-- were needed to punctuate the scenes. And his switches in scenes and times of day and character actions completely threw me off because they were not actually stated. It was more of an aftethought. The author's main focus was telling the story and making sure the reader understood that there was semen *everywhere* and vulvas being penetrated constantly. Sounds a bit much for a review, right? Read the book and you'll see that what I said was practically G-Rated.

All in all... good book.