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Soft as a coil of excrement

fearfulsymmetry — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:04:17 -0800

Norman Mailer has posthumously won this year's Literary Review Bad Sex Award for his novel on the early life of Hitler, The Castle in the Forest. He was up against some stiff competition but Norman managed to rise to the occasion (sorry). Safe for work, but you might feel a bit dirty in the morning.

By: cog_nate

cog_nate — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:09:57 -0800

... you might feel a bit dirty in the morning. No more than usual.

By: COBRA!

COBRA! — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:12:45 -0800

Yeah, I really liked Mailer, and was sad to hear that he'd died, but that Hitler book was pretty fucking awful; not least because it contained some pretty awful fucking.

By: Artw

Artw — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:15:06 -0800

Heh. I'm currently reading The Religion, which almost won last year.

By: M.C. Lo-Carb!

M.C. Lo-Carb! — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:18:31 -0800

My bedroom was filled with the smell of asparagus and related greenery That's hot.

By: never used baby shoes

never used baby shoes — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:27:46 -0800

You know what I like about this? I can say that all of the passages contain awful fucking writing, and fucking serves multiple purposes, depending on how you read the sentence. I like the economy of that.

By: Bromius

Bromius — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:36:35 -0800

Great. So death is now the second worst thing to happen to Mailer this year.

By: ersatz

ersatz — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:41:22 -0800

I have a cunning plan to promote abstinence. [NOT ABSTINENT]

By: gompa

gompa — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:50:53 -0800

Her vagina was all that, as they say in the urban media - a powerful ethnic muscle scented by bitter melon, the breezes of the local sea, and the sweaty needs of a tiny nation trying to breed itself into a future. With all due respect to the late Mr. Mailer's tired sap, Gary Shteyngart's Absurdistan was clearly robbed. I assume he's trying to be funny - he moves on to "paprika shoots" and "FUCK ME" (all caps his) - but that's still no excuse. "Compared with most young novelists his age, who tend toward cutesy involution" - this, inexplicably, from the NY Times rave - "Shteyngart is a giant mounted on horseback." Which, you've got to admit, is a pretty tricky position from which to fuck a melon.

By: TheophileEscargot

TheophileEscargot — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 14:00:48 -0800

There was a slightly humourless but interesting Times article today:

But what motivates an award for "bad sex" writing, and nor for any other category? Why not the dreadful dialogue award? The Dan Brown Award for ludicrous character names? Or (and this would have a legion of nominees), the "most inept allusion to the war in Iraq on an arts programme" award? Once again the The Literary Review's deputy editor inadvertently explains the reason. "In general," he wrote, "'good' sex in novels is neither seen nor heard; the eroticism comes from what takes place outside the bedroom. The deed of darkness itself usually provides little but pornographic interest." McEwan's book proves the man to be wrong a hundred times over. There isn't a word in On Chesil Beach that is gratuitous or unnecessary to the story of how love is nothing without kindness. The Literary Review's award, and its lionising by the media world, is about embarrassment, not aesthetics. It is a way of talking about rumpy-pumpy and houghmagandy, about expressing a prurient interest in sex, without ever admitting that you are serious about it. The "deed of darkness"! It is a way of thinking in which the elite allow themselves to be ironic about sexuality, without confronting its reality, while popular culture (run by the same elite) in the form of television programmes and magazines, will tell a teenager how to give her boyfriend a blowjob, but not that hepatitis C can be transmitted in this way. Sex is reduced to "sessions" and "romps"; it isn't engaged upon for enjoyment or pleasure, but for social advancement or to keep your girl or man from straying. And whatever you do, don't seek to write seriously or truthfully about it, because that just invites the appearance of that most heavy-handed of thought policemen, Officer Ridicule.

By: donovan

donovan — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 14:36:18 -0800

"the Hound"??!

By: Artw

Artw — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 14:51:21 -0800

"the Hound"??! It's a Lovecraft reference.

By: Bugbread

Bugbread — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 14:57:26 -0800

Artw "'the Hound'??! "It's a Lovecraft reference." No, it's cockney rhyming slang. "Hound of the Baskervilles" = "Sherlock" = "Cock".

By: Postroad

Postroad — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 15:05:53 -0800

There are very few writers in America that can write about sex as it takes place in a way that is compelling, interesting, exciting--how many writers can you name that are good at it? ps: the Mailer Hitler book is a fairly good book, bad sex writing or not. And for some of the greatest love letters I have ever come upon, Mailer's inclusion of Gilmore letters to his girlfriend and hers to him are as good as it gets.

By: miss lynnster

miss lynnster — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 15:06:17 -0800

Dare I actually google the whole paragraph? Why, yes. Yes, I do. "Klara turned head to foot, and put her most unmentionable part down on his hard-breathing nose and mouth, and took his old battering ram into her lips. [Into her lips?] Uncle was now as soft as a coil of excrement. She sucked on him nonetheless with an avidity that could come only from the Evil One— that she knew. From there, the impulse had come. So now they both had their heads at the wrong end, and the Evil One was there. He had never been so close before. The Hound began to come to life. Right in her mouth. It surprised her. Alois had been so limp. But now he was a man again! His mouth lathered with her sap, he turned around and embraced her face [embraced her face?] with all the passion of his own lips and face, ready at last to grind into her with the Hound, drive it into her piety, yes, damn all piety, thought Alois—damned church-mouse wife, damned church!—he was back from the dead—some kind of miracle, he was all there, his pride equal to a sword. This was better than a storm at sea!" I'm sorry. But. Just. No.

By: jimmietown softgirl

jimmietown softgirl — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 15:22:47 -0800

I'm so sorry I just read that. Couldn't resist, but still. "Lathered with her sap" is just so wrong - reminds me of santorum. I like to think that Mailer would be sport enough to show up for his award, were he still alive, but I doubt it, poor bastard.

By: Smedleyman

Smedleyman — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 15:26:47 -0800

In the mefi version it's a powerful ethnic muscle tasting like a 9 volt battery.

By: ersatz

ersatz — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 16:31:20 -0800

MetaFilter: Death is now the second worst thing to happen.

By: maxwelton

maxwelton — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 16:57:37 -0800

You know, if you took the sentence-closing punctuation out of that paragraph, Mailer would also be in the running for the Bulwer-Lytton award.

By: Divine_Wino

Divine_Wino — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 17:05:34 -0800

The great and wonderful thing about very bad literature is how it crosses back over into... not a demonstration of skill or acumen, but something god-given, something elemental... this is so very, very awful, so grotesque, it's perfect: "Klara turned head to foot, and put her most unmentionable part down on his hard-breathing nose and mouth, and took his old battering ram into her lips. Uncle was now as soft as a coil of excrement." It's a call for worldwide celebacy.

By: maxwelton

maxwelton — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 21:04:06 -0800

As an experiment, I just asked my wife if she'd like to bring my soft coil of excrement back from the dead so that I might violate her piety... ...apparently I'm not getting any tonight. Or the remainder of the week. Christmas was mentioned.

By: ODiV

ODiV — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 21:52:49 -0800

This reminds me of The Big O (link to SA forums, annoying ads if you're not a member) which is full of extremely horribly written sex scenes.

By: ODiV

ODiV — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 21:56:12 -0800

Oh, and some swears are filtered to less offensive words. Damn SA is annoying if you're not logged in. The Big O is worth it though, I assure you.

By: blacklite

blacklite — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 23:33:31 -0800

wow. that is the worst paragraph of anything i have ever ever ever ever read.

By: ninebelow

ninebelow — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 05:23:36 -0800

how many writers can you name that are good at it? James Salter.