Here’s a gift book that is guaranteed to make that car maniac blow a
gasket. This is a story about the killer of 17 million people. About one
of the world’s biggest polluters. About noise. About global warming. About
a machine that seduces men. About a love affair between Adolf Hitler and
Henry Ford. It is about cars.
What you get for your money is a factually based poem by Heathcote Williams:
‘Now, we’ve reached the halfway house; Half the world’s earnings are
auto-related, Half the world’s resources are auto-devoted And half the
world will be involved in an auto-accident At some time in their lives.’
Some juicy newspaper clippings: ‘At least 20 cars ran over a 12-year-old-girl
as she sought help for her dying father after a motorway crash, police said
yesterday. A motorist finally called the police, who found the girl’s remains
spread over 50 yards.’
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You could send Autogeddon (Jonathan Cape, pp 151, £18 hbk/ £12.99
pbk) to the motoring correspondent of your local paper. He (as it almost
certainly will be) autogeddit.
