The Bad Sex in Fiction Award, that picked up so much more press than any other literary occurrence in this country in recent patter of days, should be retitled The No Sex in Fiction Award.  For that is the intention behind it. It’s a bunch of puritanical, moralistic woof and note the actual decision makers are nameless, faceless, anatomy-less perhaps —  floppy and sloppy we must conclude.  The scope of their reading doesn’t extend to their own paragraph detailing what qualifies and the purpose.

Whenever does anyone ever mention The Literary Review, except for this annual dunce fest.