Jonathan Lethem in the NY Times:
"Every bit as striking as Ballard’s feeling for entropy is his engagement with arts from which literature too often seems quarantined: music, sculpture, painting, architecture. He evokes artistic creation with the passion of an exile for a lost kingdom. Like his scientific characters, Ballard’s overreaching artists glimpse seeds of doom at the heart of their endeavors. And in perhaps his most famous vision, the novel “Crash,” technology, sculpture, sex and death recede to the same vanishing point: the permanently contemporary site of the car crash."