In his post for the Guardian, Gekowski takes a look at the 2011 winner of the Bad Sex Award, and ponders on why it seems to be such a difficult subject to write about well.
One can cite examples of convincing writing about other kinds of heightened and intensely personal experiences: of love and the spiritual life, childbirth and death, ecstasy and grief. But good writing about sex, somehow, eludes us, at least in novels written in English. Is such writing better in other languages, periods, or cultures? Or is the problem simply the subject itself?