Status Updates From Crash

Crash is really butting up against American psycho with its page 20 descriptions of female genitalia as "natal cleft" and "moist gulley," both featured within the same paragraph.

“As we drove away from the car-wash, the rollers dripped silently in the darkness. Around the car an immense pool of white bubbles subsided into the wet concrete.” AFTER ALL THAT. Bro…BRO. Maybe the best chapter yet. Somehow, with the INTENSE and pervasive eroticism of this novel, this somehow feels like the first true “sex scene”. I don’t know how that’s possible.

I never thought I’d say this Cronenbergs version is so tame compared to this book but in a way that’s the point all the sex in this story is so mechanical there’s no emotion which ties it perfectly to the mechanical nature of cars and crashes like a mechanical orgasm when sex is chronic day in day out there’s no feeling no emotion no passion just endless endurance you get up just to do it again, I’m hooked

“This small space was crowded with angular control surfaces and rounded sections of human bodies interacting in unfamiliar junctions, like the first act of homosexual intercourse inside an Apollo capsule.”

Honestly gas.