Bitchin' Blog Posts
Oh, I am on pins and needles. Or pricks and nipples. Why? Because, thanks to Tania and Elizabeth, I know the Literary Review’s Bad Sex in Fiction award will be presented today. Why is this not televised?! In HD?!
This year’s entries are just marvelous in a way that makes you want to cross your legs and contemplate things like chastity belts. According to TheBookseller.com, Passages from Winterson’s The Stone Gods, Ian McEwan’s On Chesil Beach and Ali Smith’s Girl Meets Boy, among others, were all deemed to qualify. The prize aims to ‘draw attention to the crude, tasteless, often perfunctory use of redundant passages of sexual description in the modern novel, and to discourage it.’”
The Guardian has some great excerpts, including my fave, from Will by Christopher Rush, which starts out: O glorious pubes! The ultimate triangle, whose angles delve to hell but point to paradise.
My brain keeps trying to set that line to the tune of “O, Canada!” Sorry, Canada.
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