July Books 12) Crash, by J.G. Ballard

Gosh. Difficult to know where to start or finish with this very disturbing book about a group of people who are brought together by their sexual interest in car crashes. It’s very grittily and credibly set in West London; the car crash scenes are somewhat more erotic than the sex scenes, which are full of somewhat disgusting detail; and the whole is awfully well done, but I’m not sure I would want to read it again, or that I would necessarily recommend it to anyone else.

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