{"id":2532,"date":"2014-12-05T03:52:15","date_gmt":"2014-12-05T03:52:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lifeandnews.com\/articles\/?p=2532"},"modified":"2016-08-25T02:19:55","modified_gmt":"2016-08-25T02:19:55","slug":"why-id-say-yes-yes-yes-to-the-bad-sex-award","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lifeandnews.com\/articles\/why-id-say-yes-yes-yes-to-the-bad-sex-award\/","title":{"rendered":"Why I’d say yes, yes, yes to the Bad Sex award"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Sally O’Reilly<\/a>, The Open University<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

Sexual intercourse is getting on a bit. Not only has it been boosting the human population since we emerged from the primordial swamp, it\u2019s more than half a century since Philip Larkin noted its arrival on the cultural scene in his poem Annus Mirabilis<\/a>. Until then it was, Larkin writes:<\/p>\n

A shame that started at sixteen
\nAnd spread to everything.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

For thousands of years, sex had lurked behind curtains and in the sub-text of innuendos. Suddenly, it was a matter for discussion, celebration and artistic exploration. This was good news for sex, perhaps, but not for writers, as Ben Okri has just found out<\/a> after winning the Literary Review\u2019s 2014 Bad Sex in Fiction Award<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I speak from experience, having essayed a few torrid moments in my last novel Dark Aemilia<\/a>. Given that my protagonist had inspired the later, bleaker Shakespeare sonnets, which give a compelling insight into the pain of unrequited or rejected love, it seemed appropriate that she and the infatuated Mr WS should engage in an obsessive sexual romance. So the script demanded that they take their clothes off, and, having taken them off, that they engage in the sort of sex that was likely to obsess them.<\/p>\n

In our lust-soaked culture I felt there was no way the reader would accept a chastely sanitised Lurve without some robust consummation. But I worried that the spirit of bad writing might be chasing me down the Jacobean corridors, so I kept it brief. The fairly elliptical bouts of shagging which enliven my narrative will not give EL James pause for thought \u2013 there is no throbbing, few body part references and not a silken cord in sight.<\/p>\n

But perhaps omission, metaphor and suggestion are sexier than, well, sex. It is difficult to write about the act of love without resorting to knicker-dampening clich\u00e9, or the most appalling schmaltz. New words should be made available if we want to carry on depicting \u201cscenes of a sexual nature\u201d \u2013 and the fact that the language of raw physicality is limited is demonstrated by the rarity of raw physical writing.<\/p>\n

Most novelists don\u2019t explore the animalistic elements of our being in much depth. When we write about eating and drinking, we focus on the food and the wine, not the act of chewing and swallowing. The delineation of everyday living doesn\u2019t usually include trips to the loo \u2013 though in my first novel I did have an explicit weeing sequence, written from the point of a man. And vomiting is relatively underexplored. Orgasm has had far more literary attention than the ungovernable heave.<\/p>\n

Which brings me back to the Bad Sex in Fiction Award<\/a>. Given that both Booker prize winner Richard Flanagan and Haruki Murakami are on the shortlist, it\u2019s clear that being a great writer is no protection against poor sex prose. (Other former nominees include Jonathan Franzen, Norman Mailer and Tom Wolfe.) So who is writing about sex well? Where is the excellent literary shagging to be had? Is the library scene in Atonement<\/a> a best-practice example? Are there brilliant sex scenes that have slipped my mind?<\/p>\n

As in fashion, pop music and all forms of culinary art since Ferran Adri\u00e0 and Heston Blumenthal, it has all been done before. It\u2019s hard to \u201cmake it new\u201d as Ezra Pound exhorted writers to do. Readers have already been shocked by the inchoate loin-count in Lady Chatterley\u2019s Lover<\/a>; the joys of compulsive teen masturbation in Portnoy\u2019s Complaint<\/a>; the fetishisation of the \u201cc\u201d word in Tropic of Cancer<\/a> and by Fear of Flying<\/a> with its \u201czipless fuck\u201d. It says something about the current state of sex writing that the most exciting innovation of the last five years has been the mainstreaming of \u201cmummy porn\u201d in Fifty Shades of Grey<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Perhaps the way lies ahead not in explicit writing but in experimental fiction. DH Lawrence wrote about sex very badly indeed \u2013 ludicrously, insanely, improbably. In an attempt to be honest, direct and \u2013 yes \u2013 animalistic, he boldly overwrote where no man had overwritten before. Conversely, he also wrote about sex with courage and originality, using impressionistic sensory description to convey the sexual sensibility of women in a way that few male novelists have attempted since. And he should also get some points for his willingness to write about bad sex. Paradoxically, the sex in contemporary bad sex writing usually attempts to depict very good sex indeed. It\u2019s as if the couplings described must emulate how we imagine the pretty writhings of Hollywood\u2019s finest.<\/p>\n

So where does this leave my future relationship with the sexual paragraph? Will my characters get down and dirty again? I\u2019m not sure. If I can find a way to write about the \u201cinchoate\u201d without sounding like a breathless purveyor of lady porn, I may give it a try. I\u2019m certainly not put off by the idea of winning a Bad Sex award. With so much dire sex to contend with, it would be an accolade of sorts.<\/p>\n

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This article was originally published on The Conversation<\/a>.
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