One of the more readable Ballard’s I’ve come across. But it still doesn’t make sense. To say that things happen for some reason, no reason, to have things happening that don’t make sense, or where no sense is even striven for – well, that’s all very good. If that’s the point of the novel: things don’t make sense. However, I don’t think that’s what Ballard’s point is: that people do things for some deep-seated, sub-rational, sub-conscious reasons that defy explanation. So why have, like in his novel ‘Crash’, such gross implausibilities parading as a narrative? Interesting question. And an interesting read. But not as good as the film. Which looks cool.