[19] By the 1960s, however, cultural responses to the Interstate were beginning
to change. Thirty years after the Futurama exhibition, J G Ballard penned
The Atrocity Exhibition (1970), a dreamlike and fractured series
of narratives which imagined near-future highways in a darker light. These
generic highways, imagined by a British writer but realized in the nightmarish
quality of the LA freeway system, Ballard called "Autogeddon":
Waking: the concrete embankment of a motorway extension. Roadworks,
cars drumming two hundred yards below. In the sunlight the seams
between the sections are illuminated like the sutures of an exposed
skull. (31)
In
The Atrocity Exhibition, highways are refigured as a network of
fetishized sex and death -- their appeal no longer stemming from the glorious
vision of a streamlined future but rather from the inevitability of crash
culture. The book iterates road accidents, dismemberments and cut-up women's
bodies to create a crash future: "Sequence in slow motion: a landscape
of highways and embankments, evening light of fading concrete, intercut
with images of a young woman's body" (72). Aside from the gender implications,
in themselves troubling, Ballard's Autogeddon is a disturbing vision of
a near-future in which sex and death are rendered equivalent by the vertiginous
speed of the automobile; the highway, in other words, is haunted by death.
[20] In his notes on The Atrocity Exhibition twenty years later, Ballard
would observe that
... the car crash differs from other disasters
in that it involves the most powerfully advertised commercial product
of this century, an iconic entity that combines the elements of speed,
power, dream and freedom within a highly stylized format that defuses
any fears we may have of the inherent dangers of these violent and unstable
machines. (97)
Despite the preeminence of the automobile in this statement, though, something
else is also going on in Ballard's text. The car is really secondary to
the space in which it exists: the highway system itself. In fact, he suggests,
"[t]he ultimate concept car will move so fast, even at rest, as to be
invisible" (98). The Atrocity Exhibition imagines a world in which
the highway has exhausted its own future, so that the world is re-presented
as an extended moment; a car-crash which never ends but endlessly repeats,
so that the space of the highway replaces the functioning of narrative
time.