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Up and down, man-from-Atlantisly

December 28, 2006 02:35 PM

Literary Review, an esteemed publication, is out with their annual awards.  For Bad Sex in Otherwise Good Fiction.  You can read excerpts from the finalists here.  Go on.  You know you want to.

This is from one of the finalists, David Mitchell, and his novel Black Swan Green:

If Dawn Madden's breasts were a pair of Danishes, Debby Crombie's got two Space Hoppers. Each armed with a gribbly nipple. Tom Yew kissed them in turn and his saliva glistened in the April sun. I know watching was wrong but I couldn't not. Tom Yew slipped off her red panties and stroked the cressy hair there.
'If you want me to stop, Madam Crombie, you have to say now.'
'Oooh, Master Yew,' she croodled, 'don't you dare.'
Tom Yew got on her and sort of jiggled there and she gasped like he was giving her a Chinese burn and wrapped her legs round him, froggily. Now he moved up and down, Man-from-Atlantisly. His silver chain jiggled on his neck.
Now her grubby soles met like they were praying.
Now his skin was glazed in roast pork sweat.
Now she made a noise like a tortured Moomintroll.
Now Tom Yew's body jerkjerked judderily jackknifed and a noise like a ripping cable tore out of him. Once more, like he'd been booted in the balls.
Her fingernails'd sunk salmony welts into his arse.
Debby Crombie's mouth made a perfect O.

Perfect O?  It should be oh no!  What was the author thinking?  And where were his editors?


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Reading that horrible passage gave me the same feeling I had this morning when my cat horked up a turkey bone on the living room carpet. Why did I watch? Why did I read it?

Anton Lobenstein   ·  December 29, 2006 04:35 AM

It's a literary train wreck, Anton, and it's not possible to turn away.

NBS   ·  December 29, 2006 09:29 AM

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