I respect this book more than I like it. Ballard writes about the fictional James Ballard who, along with his wife, is pulled into a group of people that are obsessed with the erotic qualities of automobile accidents. It's easy to criticize this book; the characters are about as lifelike, and as likeable, as the machines they drive. However, that's missing the point -- the book is a reaction to an intolerable world, the characters are secondary. I'm looking forward to seeing the movie.
copyright © 1997 John Regehr