Crash is, hands-down, the most repulsive book I ve ever come across, wrote the reviewer at the New York Times when this cult literary classic was first published in 1973. Difficult to categorise, it is ostensibly about symphorophilia, or car-crash sexual fetishism, it s characters getting turned on by staging and participating in real car-crashes. Few writers could be more relevant to the world today than the prescient J.G. Ballard, and this psychopathic hymn is one of his greatest achievements. This is the first edition, published by Cape, London, in 1973, in Fine condition.