Worthersee wrote: Decius wrote: Worthersee wrote:
If you love it so much why don't you just marry it.
Why bother with Carma Sutra when you can get into some real freaky shit.
J. G. Ballard's graphic, violent novel is controversial wherever it is read, even on Amazon.com's own Web page! The book's characters are obsessed with automobile accidents and are determined to narrate the horrors of the car crash as luridly as possible. In the words of the novel's protagonist, the wounds caused by automobile collisions are "the keys to a new sexuality born from a perverse technology."
That sounds exactly like something I would be into.
it's a cool book plus there's a movie of it
but then J G Ballard writes freaky stuff -- also try J G Ballard's The Unlimited Dream Company
the blurb From the moment Blake crashes his stolen aircraft into the Thames, the unlimited dream company takes over and the town of Shepperton is transformed into an apocalytic kingdom of desire and stunning imagination ruled over by Blake's messanic figure. Tropical flora and fauna appear; pan-sexual celebrations occur regularly; and in a final liberation, the townspeople learn to fly
also and a book that deeply freaked me out is Stanislaw Lem's The Futurological Congress the blurb If the worst must happen to Earth's beleaguered planet, comonaut Ijon Tichy always hopes he will have taken off for the stars. No such luck. Something in the water at the luxurious 116-floor Costa Rica Hilton blows the century's last Futurological Congress and Tichy's mind. Drugged to the eyeballs, shot by death squad, flashfrozen in time and at last revivified in the year 2039, Tichy awakens to a psychemised world - society's final solution to the problem of overpopulation that had defeated the futurologists. But this was beyond his wildest dreams. Steadfastly refusing the staggering choice of psychotopic delights and horrors offered by the psychodelicatessens and almost everyone he encounters, Tichy is determined to run to earth the chemocrats who exert such absolute control over reality. But no sooner has Stanislaw Lem's stupendously illstarred cosmonaut stripped away another layer of linguistic delusion than his own grip on it is that much weaker
from the writer of Solaris RE: Crash: A Novel | 
