A literary prize presented by none other than Courtney Love? Ah, it can only be the Literary Review‘s Bad Sex in Fiction Award. As AP writer Jill Lawless reports, this year’s honour was taken by debut author Iain Hollingshead for his novel Twenty Something. Writes Lawless:
Judges were moved by Hollingshead’s evocation of “a commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles.” His description of “bulging trousers” sealed the win, the judges said.
Hollingshead beat out some, er, stiff competition to take the prize, including Mark Haddon, David Mitchell, Thomas Pynchon, Irvine Welsh, and Will Self. Mitchell made the list for comparing breasts to danishes, while Haddon drew notice for this description of either sexual bliss or a cerebrovascular seizure: “Images went off in her head like little fireworks. The smell of coconut. Brass firedogs.”
In Quillblog’s opinion, though, runner-up Tim Willcocks (author of the medieval adventure novel The Religion) wuz robbed. How could anyone top this? “In the pit of his stomach a cauldron boiled and some seething and nameless brew rose up through his spine and filled his brain with the Devil’s Fire.”
Click here for the AP story via The Globe and Mail