Bad Sex Awards
Last week we reported on the Bad Sex Awards, a program that "honors" not real people who have left their lovers unsatisfied in the past year, but writers who committed "crude and often perfunctory... redundant passages of sexual description" to page in their works of otherwise non-erotic fiction. 2012 saw a selection of nominees from repeat nominee Tom Wolfe, for his use of the euphemisms "generative jockey" and "pelvic saddle," to Paul Mason's "chrysanthemum." But there can only be one 2012 winner of the Bad Sex Awards, and she is Nancy Huston, for her novel Infrared.
Inside of a dog it's too dark to readI am eternally amused by the existence of the Bad Sex Awards, a yearly attempt to crown the worst sex scene in an otherwise non-erotic work of fiction "to draw attention to the crude and often perfunctory use of redundant passages of sexual description in the modern novel – and to discourage it." Every reader knows how fun it is to encounter a terrible sex scene in the middle of an otherwise adequate or even enjoyable book. You know, ones that look like they were created in a game of madlibs, which, by the way, is a game I have totally played with dollar store paperback bodice rippers. The other thing I totally love about the Bad Sex Awards is that this is the one literary award list where I don't mind if women are always underrepresented on it.