nominees for Bad Sex in Fiction Award announced

[E.J.]

The Finalists are:

Paul Theroux for A Dead Hand

Nick Cave for The Death of Bunny Munro

Philip Roth for The Humbling

Jonathan Littell for The Kindly Ones

Amos Oz for Rhyming Life and Death

John Banville for The Infinities

Anthony Quinn for The Rescue Man

Simon Van Booy for Love Begins in Winter

Sanjida O'Connell for The Naked Name of Love

Richard Milward for Ten Storey Love Song

More HERE

[macdavid]

Paul Theroux made that list? He's one of my all-time favorite writers... both fiction and non. Guess I'll have to check out this latest. Maybe he's slipping.

[JamesSavik]

LOL... now you know why I don't write sex.

[ricky]

Hey! I'm not listed. I guess they are still getting off or >_< maybe they just aren't reading it! MAYBE it's too bad to even make the list!

Woe is me, woe is me!

[Rad]

The story of the seduction of a lesbian by an ageing stage actor, which includes an eye-watering scene with a green dildo, has won Philip Roth the dubious honour of a place on the shortlist for the Literary Review's bad sex in fiction award.

:lol:

Has the author ever discussed this kinda bad sex with a lesbian?

The "green dildo" stuff lol-ed me

As for me, I like my sex in fiction hard and possibly a bit rough

[E.J.]

AND THE WINNER IS.....

Jonathan Littell has won the seventeenth annual Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction Award, for The Kindly Ones (Chatto & Windus).

an excerpt from the winner:

Her vulva was opposite my face. The small lips protruded slightly from the pale, domed flesh. This sex was watching at me, spying on me, like a Gorgon's head, like a motionless Cyclops whose single eye never blinks. Little by little this silent gaze penetrated me to the marrow. My breath sped up and I stretched out my hand to hide it: I no longer saw it, but it still saw me and stripped me bare (whereas I was already naked). If only I could still get hard, I thought, I could use my prick like a stake hardened in the fire, and blind this Polyphemus who made me Nobody. But my cock remained inert, I seemed turned to stone. I stretched out my arm and buried my middle finger into this boundless eye. The hips moved slightly, but that was all. Far from piercing it, I had on the contrary opened it wide, freeing the gaze of the eye still hiding behind it. Then I had an idea: I took out my finger and, dragging myself forward on my forearms, I pushed my forehead against this vulva, pressing my scar against the hole. Now I was the one looking inside, searching the depths of this body with my radiant third eye, as her own single eye irradiated me and we blinded each other mutually: without moving, I came in an immense splash of white light, as she cried out: 'What are you doing, what are you doing?' and I laughed out loud, sperm still gushing in huge spurts from my penis, jubilant, I bit deep into her vulva to swallow it whole, and my eyes finally opened, cleared, and saw everything.

Excerpts from the other nominees can be found HERE

[DesDownunder]

OMG I don't believe I read that without barfing. Hysterical but brilliant, in its own way.

Excuse me while I lay down and sleep, so I can wake up from this nightmare.