Recently finished J.G. Ballard's Crash, and Philip K. Dick's Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said. I enjoyed Flow My Tears much more than Crash. I can see how important Crash must've been to some extent when it was released. But what a redundant book! Like many books, it was twice as long as it could've been. I've never encountered the word "chromium" so much. Despite all the sexuality, I didn't find it erotic at all. I watched the film right afterward, which was pretty accurate, surprisingly, except they replaced the acid trip with Vaughan receiving a tattoo (?), which seemed unnecessarily alt-90's.
Anyway now I'm on a Dick kick (hah) so I started The Man in the High Castle, with Valis next in line.