From the Telegraph's obituary of J. G. Ballard:
In 1973 Ballard’s obsession with car accidents came to fruition with the publication of Crash. The book put forward the unusual theory that only through intimate contact with a car (in the form of accidents) can humans achieve true eroticism...Crash put forward no such theory. It described a couple who become enthralled by a man whose deep and constant - and completely unusual - eroticism includes but is not limited to an erotic fascination with road accidents and disfigurement. Running Wild is a short novel, not a book of short stories.
After producing two more books of short stories, Running Wild (1988) and War Fever (1990)...
This contemptible newspaper can't even be bothered to get basic facts right about one of the greatest writers in the English language of modern times.