'Bad Sex' or None at All: King's Dallas Novel Nominated for Dubious Honor
Stephen King made a rare appearance at the 6th Floor Museum recently, touting his new novel, 11/22/63, which was nominated last week for an annual Bad Sex in Fiction Award by the Literary Review.
wikipedia.org King's New Novel Gives Us Sexual PTSD. And, Not the Good Kind.
We understand that bad sex might not be the only reasonable gripe about King's Kennedy-era thriller, but it does seem a bit unfair to place this kind of standard on the writer who brought us the greatest love story of all time, Misery . Unless we're missing something, King doesn't exactly deal in bodice-ripping, tongue baths so much as ankle-cracking obsession. That said, the fact that King isn't a Harlequin romanticist isn't an excuse for poor writing, and the hilarious passage that secured his nomination is one of the worst we've seen in awhile.
But, bad literature is like bad sex: you need to have a little gag-inducing prose in order to know what's good, right? Besides, that's what high school is for. Twilight and premature ejaculation.
Speaking of awful teenage sex always brings us to one of our favorites, north Texan Larry McMurtry's 1966 unsung manifesto, The Last Picture Show, an homage to emotional-interruptus and blue ... feelings. Better known for his Pulitzer Prize winning Lonesome Dove, McMurtry's early career far outshines his most recent efforts, and he is one of a truly rare breed of writers whose good work translates well to screen, as seen in Peter Bogdanovich's 1971 film version. See the iconic full-frontal "swimming pool scene" in the oh-so NSFW clip after the jump:
Discovering The Last Picture Show is a bookish young Texan's rite of passage, and it prompted us to ask, what's your favorite literary sex scene? Steamy, funny or just sad, leave your thoughts in the comments below.