
Presented during a ceremony this evening at the Naval & Military Club on St. James’s Square, London, the prize was granted for a 12-hour sequence of what Guterson calls “gyrations and five-sense choreographies” — including a morning shower during which she “abused him with a bar of soap.”
“Oedipus practically invented bad sex, so I’m not in the least bit surprised,” Guterson said in an e-mailed statement distributed by Britain’s Literary Review, which organizes the contest.
Good for Guterson for having a sense of humor about the whole thing. The more authors I interview, the worse I feel about the Bad Sex in Fiction Award. Sex is maybe one of the most difficult things to write because it's (generally) so private, and people are so fucking touchy about it. It's important to include sex in fiction, but the last decade's worth of literary fiction has been depressingly sexless when compared to the 70s or 80s. How many authors have just deleted the sex from their books out of fear that they might win "that goddamned award," as one writer I interviewed described it? At the very least, shouldn't they have a Good Sex in Fiction Award, too?
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