News and Fiction03 Jan 2007 04:30 pm by nic

One of our favorite annual prizes has just been announced – the Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction award, to (dis)honor “unconvincing, perfunctory, embarrzssing or redundant passages of a sexual nature in otherwise sound literary novels”.
Presented with the award by Courtney Love in a lavish London reception, first time author Iain Hollingshead seemed delighted with the act of penance, claiming the prize was “a much better guide to a good read than those purveyors of powerful sleeping drugs, the Booker, the Pulitzer, the Goncourt et al”.
For the record, the passage in his otherwise well-received novel Twenty Something: the quarter-life crisis of Jack Lancaster, included the following scene:
Oh Jack, she was moaning now, her curves pushed up against me, her crotch taut against my bulging trousers, her hands gripping fistfuls of my hair. She reaches for my belt. I groan too, in expectation. And then I’m inside her, and everything is pure white as we’re lost in a commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles.
Bulging trousers? Ouch.
Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction Awards [via Reuters]