Bad Sex Awards
April, 1999
Each year, London's Literary Review awards its Bad Sex Prize for the worst sex scene in a novel. Unfortunately, the Starr report didn't qualify."He swelled inside my mouth, a fruit that has to burst its skin. Comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. And it is a comfort, isn't it, the root, growing so solidly from its mossy bank, the bounty of abandonment, the cry that means full stop. We were riding each other now, perhaps not kindly, like twin animals."--Mary Gordon, Spending&qu...
