The pornography of
documentation
Pornography is characterized by a great explicitness, by detail and gross description, by the visual and textual cataloging of minutiae. It is this detail, sewn into the pristine and profane language of J.G. Ballard, which compels in Crash: The passenger compartment enclosed us like a machine generating from our sexual act an homunculus of blood, semen and engine coolant. My finger moved into Helen's rectum, feeling the shaft of my penis within her vagina. Those slender membranes, like the mucous septum of her nose which I touched with my tongue, were reflected in the glass dials of the instrument panel, the unbroken curve of the windshield.[16]and, Vaughan unfolded for me all his obsessions with the mysterious eroticism of wounds: the perverse logic of blood-soaked instrument panels, seat-belts smeared with excrement, sun-visors lined with brain tissue. For Vaughan each crashed car set off a tremor of excitement, into the complex geometries of a dented fender, in the unexpected variations of crushed radiator grilles, in the grotesque overhang of an instrument panel forced onto a driver's crotch as if in some calibrated act of machine fellatio. The intimate time and space of a single human being had been fossilized for ever in this web of chromium knives and frosted glass.[17] This pornography of detail has been present
since the 1600s and is
represented in the works of DeSade as a compendium of sexual transgressions
ranging from bestiality to forced
sodomy and rape, to lustful murder. What shocks is not simply the act itself, but
the lurid and microscopic nature of
its description, the extent to which it is belabored and embellished, and the
duration it is given within the text. The
iteration and reiteration of such acts, ad nauseum, is cumulative, and
potent, if nothing else, in its ability to
disgust. Through the camera lens, this excess of vision might in still photography
take the form of the close-up or, in
an exhibit, the repetition of a theme over a body of work. With the moving
camera it is represented not by the
close-up alone, but also by the zoom, shot-length, and the reiteration of a
particular mise-en-scene over the course
of a film-strip. The scrutiny of the close-up dominates pornography with
"snatch shots" (one wants to
see the hole one fucks) and "cum shots"; in documentary
photography we see the lines of a weathered
face, the wrinkles of age, the eyes which are the mirror of the soul.
Taking its cue from the immaculate
precision of J.G. Ballard's prose,[18] the film Crash
relies both upon the detail of
reiteration and the detail of language.
may or may not show the woman blown backwards against the rear of the front seat, her head facing the Mercedes' back window while her hand touches the bloody leg of her companion, Dodi Fayed But if the photos do show her face, it's unlikely that she'll be looking into the camera. Her eyes will be closed, although her expression will not be peaceful. Her jaw will be clenched in a grimace, as witnesses have reported that the dying princess didn't stop groaning.[21]Ironically, in his exploration of our own moral culpability, Bowman poetically relates the very detail he finds abhorrent to communicate with the reader about its immorality. Concerned by the complicity the paparazzi may have had in causing the fatal collision between the Mercedes S-280 and a supporting concrete pillar, Bowman suggests that the sight of such a photograph may be "the moral equivalent of watching a snuff film."[22] Extrapolating from Bowman's statement, perhaps the avid follower of the facts of such an event isn't far from partaking in the moral equivalent of watching a simulated snuff film; rather, perhaps it wouldn't be far from watching a simulated snuff film, but turning away before the fictive murder occurred. The crash scene of Princess Diana was described again and again in the days after her death. The Guardian posted a blow-by-blow account of the last day of her life, "How a game of cat and mouse ended with carnage in Paris." The Guardian detailed: As the car swung left and raced into the second underpass, below the Pont de l'Alma, the driver appears to have lost control of the vehicle. Skid marks, streaked with black paint, were visible yesterday on the central dividing wall marking the point where the vehicle veered to one side. To allow the reader to better imagine the
carnage, The Guardian
centered its investigative reporting on the wrecked vehicle providing a detailed
account of the Mercedes model
S-280 which contained the Princess and Al Fayed at the time of the collision.
While a top-range S-600 sells for about £70,000, the basic model of the S-280 driven by {Henri] Paul retails for just over £30,000.The more expensive car has a 12-cylinder engine, while the S-280 has a 193 horsepower six-cylinder engine.[24] This was the structure, the elegance, which incarcerated the Princess Diana
of Wales while she lay dying after
the impact of the car accident.
Last came that group of injuries which had most preoccupied Vaughan genital wounds caused during automobile accidents. The photographs which illustrated the options available had clearly been assembled with enormous care, torn from the pages of forensic medical journals and textbooks of plastic surgery, photocopied from internally circulated monographs, extracted from operating theatre reports stolen during his visits to Ashford hospital.[25] From Cronenberg's script where the character James Ballard is looking through the contents of Vaughan's briefcase:
The photos are culled from a variety of sources newspapers, magazines, video skills, film frames blown up to uniform 8" x 10" size. Each one depicts a famous crash victim in the prime of life, and each one has the wounds to come marked up very explicitly lines circling their necks and pubic areas, breasts and cheekbones shaded in, section lines across their mouths and abdomens. Handwritten notes complement the circles and arrows.
These images come to fit within the current vogue in graphic design of using
modes of scientific illustration to
persuade. Items of specific interest, Michel Gallimard's Facel Vega, or the
section lines running over an
ablated abdomen, these elements are emphasized with the attention of good
design: arrows draw the viewer's eye
away only to reinforce with annotation the fragility of a particular body part
when confronted with the hard metal of
the steering wheel, the grill of a radiator. The very precision of these images,
their exactitude and fetish for
accuracy, complete the narrative of death and destruction. "Its very
satisfying," James says,
"I'm not sure I understand why."[27]
16. Ballard, J.G., Crash. New York: Farrar, Strauss and Giroux (1973), p. 81.
17. Ibid, p.12.
18. If only most writers of pornography were as capable of manipulating
language as their protagonists are expert in
genital manipulation perhaps then there would be enough textual
pleasure to merit a read.
19. Garfinkel, Simson"Stories from the Front Line," in Wired.
November 1997, p.252.
20. Riding, Alan, Paparazzi
Dilemma: The Public Loves the Photos, Hates the Photographers, in The
New York Times on the Web,
September 2, 1997.
21. Bowman, David, Pictures
of an
execution: how to look at Diana's final photos, in Salon Magazine,
September 8, 1997.
22. Ibid.
23."How a game of cat and mouse ended with carnage in Paris," in
The Guardian, September 2,
1997.
24. Traynor, Ian, Boon,in
The
Guardian, September 2, 1997.
25. Ballard, J.G., Crash. New York: Farrar, Strauss and Giroux (1973)
p.133-134.
26. Cronenberg, David, Crash. London: Faber and Faber Limited (1996),
p.41.
27. Ibid, p.41.
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