If you read only one book about sexy car crashes this year, make it J G Ballard’s “CRASH”

I’m currently attempting a quick read of J.G. Ballard’s ‘CRASH’. But I am taking a break half way through just now. It is NOT an easy read. It’s a highly stylized story “about symphorophilia; specifically car-crash sexual fetishism: its protagonists become sexually aroused by staging and participating in real car-crashes.”
Check out some of this from wikipedia: The novel received divided reviews when originally published. One publisher’s reader returned the verdict “This author is beyond psychiatric help. Do Not Publish!” A 1973 review in The New York Times was equally horrified: “Crash is, hands-down, the most repulsive book I’ve yet to come across.”
The Manic Street Preachers’ song “Mausoleum” from 1994’s The Holy Bible contains the famous Ballard quote about his reasons for writing the book, “I wanted to rub the human face in its own vomit. I wanted to force it to look in the mirror.”
It’s actually very good writing. And I imagine it will be worth getting through. But it’s not particularly fun, as the character telling the tale is lost and in the grips of a deathly despair. I heard of Ballard through William Gibson speak of him as a main influence. He said when he began writing he was striving to create effects he loved in Ballard. And in a way CRASH in inarguably a cyberpunk novel, but one at the outer limits of technology, at its most immediate timeline. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ax4a8OXC4c4