Books
October, 1973
Maybe you think you know all about sex. And all about cars. And sex and cars. And sex and cars and violence. Ha! In Crash (Farrar, Straus & Giroux), J. G. Ballard, hitherto known mainly for his sci-fi (you've read him in Playboy), lays into the whole syndrome like nothing you've even dreamed. Set in London, this scenario for a nightmare begins when Ballard (he tells it first person) skids into a head-on collision at 60 miles per hour. The other driver hurtles through his own windshield and dies...
