Bad sex in fiction award

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In a distinguished Club in London, England, the annual Bad Sex in Fiction Award was held in a ballroom rammed with a mix of literary toffs, random lowlifes and everything in between, free gin or champagne in hand. “The historic mandate of the Award is to draw attention to the crude, tasteless, often perfunctory use of redundant pages of sexual description in the modern novel and to discourage it” so says Alexander Waugh, grandson of the novelist Evelyn, son of the late Auberon who founded the prize in 1993. “You can’t write just any old rubbish with lots of bad sex. It has to be a good book that’s rather ruined by the bad sex”. Waugh adds about the annual gathering, “We don’t just stand around and titter. We absolutely ROAR with laughter”.
This year was an historic event as it is the first time a Canadian has won the Bad Sex in Fiction Award, Nancy Huston. “You wonder how any self respecting Canadian can write so badly about sex” writes the Canadian journalist in attendance. “You think of the earnest, quietly decent country you came from, a country where literary prizes are unironic and bad sex is neither celebrated nor generally mentioned at all. You feel a pang of homesickness”.
Ms Huston is a Calgarian. But then, she lives in Paris.
All in good fun.