Just finished reading the third of the three short novels in this very fine single edition of Ballard's classic techno-trash. Obviously, the publisher was thoughtful in the order of the presentation. By putting "The Crystal World" first, the reader unawares of the sick and twisted world of Ballard, concludes, "What's the big deal. I can handle this guy." Here is a straight up Sci-Fi disaster story with memorable images, likeable and understandable good guys, bad guys, and interesting women in an exotic jungle setting with violence coming from human, plant, animal, plague and the final fusing of them all in a sparkling mix. Interesting twists and turns in a heart of darkness theme park. It's conventional story-telling, entertaining but not taxing. Where's the beef? So the reader simply turns the last page of the Crystal World and OMG. I liken reading "Crash" to being beaten in the intellect by a blunt object. The work has been reviewed numerous times as a stand alone novel but the interesting aspect of reading it as the second central panel of this triptych is in its strange ability to stand apart yet blend into its neighbors. "Crash" is painful. The transformation of human into crystal in the first novel is caused by forces beyond human control. The force that fuses human into machine is human, all to human as Nietzsche describes it. Some reviews have commented on the writing style and the redundency in the language as poor writing. I respectfully disagree. The style and redundency is so mechanical that the words pound, strike, beat the reader down with harsh words and harsher images. Ballard tries to prove wrong the saying that sticks and stones will break you bones but words can never hurt you. He tries and somewaht succeeds in making the reader question this age old wisdom. So it is with relieve that the reader can turn the page and hope to find salvation on the Concrete Island. It, too, starts with a automobile crash, but somehow I knew this hero (because I so much want this new character to be heroic)will not fuse with the machine. And he does not. So I read on hoping for redemption and...and...(I won't spoil it for you.) If you have not read any Ballard, I highly encourage you to start with this unholy trinity.