Book Chat: Love and Sex

Everyone's favorite rocker/queen of New Year's resolutions Courtney Love was recently on hand to present the top prize at the Literary Review’s annual Bad Sex in Fiction awards. A natural choice to our minds, given her copious sexcapades and the fact that she is a (ahem) published author.

Below is the offending excerpt from winner Iain Hollingshead's novel Twenty Something, in all it's lit-porny glory:

"She's wearing a short, floaty skirt that's more suited to July than February. She leans forward to peck me on the cheek, which feels weird, as she's never kissed me on the cheek before. We'd kissed properly the first time we met. And that was over three years ago. But the peck on the cheek turns into a quick peck on the lips. She hugs me tight. I can feel her breasts against her chest. I cup my hands round her face and start to kiss her properly, She slides one of her slender legs in between mine. Oh Jack, she was moaning now, her curves pushed up against me, her crotch taut against my bulging trousers, her hands gripping fistfuls of my hair. She reaches for my belt. I groan too, in expectation. And then I'm inside her, and everything is pure white as we're lost in a commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles."

You can find the other nominated passages here. Good thing you have that KY and box of Kleenex by your computer already, because with steamy turns of phrase like "she made a noise like a tortured Moomintroll" you'll need 'em.

Sex Doesn't Get Much Worse...[Reuters]