Being the first novel
I’ve read by J.G. Ballard, I was taken back by the explicitness and rawness of
the writing in Crash. The specific
descriptions Ballard uses in depicting the gruesome injuries sustained by car
accident victims is staggering in its variety; ‘I think of […] schizophrenics
colliding head-on into stalled laundry vans […] luckless paranoids driving at
full speed into the brick walls at the ends of culs-de-sac; of sadistic charge
nurses decapitated in inverted crashes on complex interchanges […]’ (pg. 15).
However, it was not the gruesome depictions of car crashes that interest me the
most, but the relationship between the narrator, James Ballard, and his wife,
Catherine. Despite the constant
infidelity of Catherine, the couple deeply knows each other, to the point that
James immediately knows when his wife has a new lover; ‘For years I had been
able to spot Catherine’s affairs within almost a few hours of her first sex act
simply by glancing over any new physical or mental furniture […]’ (pg. 31).
Mixed into the middle of their infidelity, especially from Catherine, is
technology.
James integrates the
element of technology into all the aspects of his life, most notably in his
relation with Catherine. His body gets fused with his car during the crash; ‘As
I looked down at myself I realized that the precise make and model-year of my
car could have been reconstructed by an automobile engineer from the pattern of
my wounds (pg. 28). Having marveled at technology, cars in particular, James
feels bonded to his car accomplishing part of the thrill and excitement he
seeks when fantasizing the crashes of complete stranger. As a response to his
own bondage with technology, James finds the mechanical features in Catherine;
‘where the metal claps of her brassiere had left a medallion of impressed skin
[…]’ (pg. 34). It seems as though
James is unable to function in any form of social life without thinking of
either a sexual or a crash interaction.
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