Crash

This is the most horrible book I have ever read (and I have a high tolerance for weird shit, with Naked Lunch being up there on my reading list) and if I didn't have to read it for a course I would have quit a quarter of the way in.

I can't give it a rating. Ballard knew exactly what he was doing and executed it well. It's just that what he was doing was holding up a warped wing mirror and showing the very worst of an alienated, superficial, soulless and pornographic humanity. By the end of the book I was exhausted from the endless onslaught of atrocity. There are no redeeming aspects; the sex in this book is not fun, sensual, or affectionate but rather the repetitive hollow actions of an addict. It left a vile taste in my brain.