This year’s nominees for the Bad Sex in Fiction Award show once again that writing about sex is something that even the greatest authors find beyond impossible.
The award was created in 1993 by the Literary Review to honor “an author who has produced an outstandingly bad scene of sexual description in an otherwise good novel.”
The 2016 shortlist features six nominees – mostly male, so make yourself a nice hot cup of tea and read on …
A Doubter’s Almanac by Ethan Canin
As she talked Andret would make gentle, two-fingered tugs all the way around the hem of her dress to expose the lacy parts of her undersuit, like a child pulling candles from the rim of a birthday cake. Then he would begin kissing the frills. This she found beguiling. During sex she would quiet, moving suddenly on top of him like a lion over its prey.
The Tobacconist by Robert Seethaler
He closed his eyes and heard himself make a gurgling sound. And as his trousers slipped down his legs all the burdens of his life to date seemed to fall away from him; he tipped back his head and faced up into the darkness beneath the ceiling, and for one blessed moment he felt as if he could understand the things of this world in all their immeasurable beauty.
Men Like Air by Tom Connolly
Dilly bundled Finn into the first restroom on offer, locked the cubicle door and pulled at his leather belt. ‘You’re beautiful,’ she told him, going down on to her haunches and unzipping him. He watched her passport rise gradually out of the back pocket of her jeans in time with the rhythmic bobbing of her buttocks as she sucked him. He arched over her back and took hold of the passport before it landed on the pimpled floor. Despite the immediate circumstances, human nature obliged him to take a look at her passport photo.
The Butcher’s Hook by Janet Ellis
‘Anne,’ he says, stopping and looking down at me. I am pinned like wet washing with his peg. ‘Till now, I thought the sweetest sound I could ever hear was cows chewing grass. But this is better.’
Leave Me by Gayle Forman
And she remembered standing in front of him, her dress a puddle on the floor, and how she’d started to shake, her knees knocking together, like she was a virgin, like this was the first time. Because had she allowed herself to hope, this was what she would’ve hoped for.
The Day Before Happiness by Erri De Luca
I went in up to my groin and came out almost entirely. My body was her gearstick.