Would you believe there’s a Bad Sex In Fiction award, given out by the Literary Review?
You will believe it after you read the passages from some of these finalists. It’s embarrassing to even scan them, but they are pretty funny stuff. One of them — in which a scene of deep passion is interrupted by the approach of a slobbering dog chewing on a penguin — made me laugh out loud.
I suppose it’s easy to make fun of bodice-ripper prose, with heaving bosoms and bare-chested men and moans and groans and lingering kisses and waves crashing into the shore. After all, how many ways can you describe a physical act? If you decide to actually try to attempt to capture the act itself, you’re inevitably going to sound trite . . . or hilarious.
Still . . . a slobbering dog and a penguin?