In fairness to Ms. McKenzie, Rotting Post’s update on her win.
“Out of a welling sense of guilt, I emailed the author and asked if she wanted to comment on winning the award. Her reply was both funny and deserved.
Elizabeth McKenzie’s response :
“Winning the Worst Sex Scene in a Modern Novel competition is truly a great honor. I would like to thank my parents, my wonderful agent and editor, my first boyfriend, his dealer, and mostly, all who read the scene out of context and were thus unable to determine that the hideous, burlesque hallucinations rose out of an accidental acid trip visited on the youths by Paul’s hippie parents!”
Ugh! Mrs. Post read this and started giving me that horrible “tsk, tsk” look. So, mea cupla! And good luck to you, Ms. McKenzie, with, “The Portable Veblen and all your future writing endeavors.”
Just how horrible can a sex scene in a contemporary novel get?
This is the critical question we at The Rotting Post intend to answer. We will offer two of the worst descriptions of sex ever recorded in a serious novel as our finalists. And you the reader can choose for the winner!
Needless to say, there are many ways to write a bad sex scene. Before we get to our more current examples, let’s see how David Guterson did it way back in 1994, in his hugely successful, “Snow Falling On Cedars”:
He held her tightly in the curves of her waist, and after a while lower, at her hips…
Then his hands left her hips and traced the line of her waist and traveled along up under her dress to the clasp of her bra…He undid the clasp without struggling and pulled the shoulder straps down…
His hands…
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