Bad Sex Awards! — The year’s most notably execrable passages of sordid prose. Includes Jonathan Franzen, whose honored passage contains such pungent wonders as
He was kneeling at the feet of his chaise and sniffing its plush minutely, inch by inch, in hopes that some vaginal tang might still be lingering eight weeks after Melissa Paquette had lain here.
(Link from Arts & Letters Daily.)