It’s that time of the year again: prepare for bad sex, courtesy of the Literary Review. The Bad Sex Awards will be held, wait for it, at the In and Out Club on 6 December. The list is still open, and readers can still nominate worthy candidate by contacting the Literary Review. At present, though, 12 authors from around the world will compete for the prize. Some luminaries who ought to have known better are among the condemned. Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84 has been included, as has Stephen King’s 11.22.63. The Guardian has reproduced this excruciating passage from King’s book:
‘”She said, “Don’t make me wait, I’ve had enough of that,” and so I kissed the sweaty hollow of her temple and moved my hips forward … She gasped, retreated a little, then raised her hips to meet me. “Sadie? All right?”
“Ohmygodyes,” she said and I laughed. She opened her eyes and looked up at me with curiosity and hopefulness.
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