Re: Bad Sex in Fiction Award Won by Huston Novel ‘Infrared’

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for ever I am yours for ever I am yours for ever I am

This sounds like Popeye banging Molly Bloom...

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-----Original Message-----
From: Keith Davis <kbob42 at gmail.com>
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Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2012 13:24:16 
To: jochen stremmel<jstremmel at gmail.com>
Cc: <pynchon-l at waste.org>; <kelber at mindspring.com>
Subject: Re: Bad Sex in Fiction Award Won by Huston Novel ‘Infrared’

Pun intended?
On Dec 5, 2012 11:34 AM, "jochen stremmel" <jstremmel at gmail.com> wrote:

> Tom Wolfe, for my money, from the erect tips down to the jockey in the
> saddle, the riding and the swallowing - trite and corny bullshit at
> its best.
>
> Compared with him, Huston seems original. And Mills is trying too hard
> to top Joyce.
>
> 2012/12/5  <kelber at mindspring.com>:
> > Wubbering?  Personally, I think Mills and Masters, with all their
> fulcrating
> > and digging, should have tied for first place.
> >
> > LK
> >
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Johnny Marr
> > Sent: Dec 5, 2012 9:22 AM
> > To: Charles Albert
> > Cc: Pynchon Liste
> > Subject: Re: Bad Sex in Fiction Award Won by Huston Novel ‘Infrared’
> >
> > And the runners up (there can be no losers in this awards ceremony)
> >
> > The Quiddity of Will Self - Sam Mills
> >
> > oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, Will, oh, yes, oh, semen-bedizened
> blood-pusillanimous
> > bed onanistic quiddity fulcrating pelvic thrusts smoke thick typewriter’s
> > click-clack-click Will Our Cock is Spent screaming loving Will is pleased
> > Will is Saved I have done it I have done I am the Chosen One I am his
> Chosen
> > One oh Will for ever I am yours for ever I am yours for ever I am
> >
> > Noughties - Ben Masters
> >
> > We got up from the chair and she led me to her elfin grot, getting
> amongst
> > the pillows and cool sheets. We trawled each other’s bodies for every
> inch
> > of history. I dug after what I had always imagined and came up with even
> > more
> >
> > Back to Blood - Tom Wolfe
> >
> > But then the tips of her breasts became erect on their own, and the
> flood in
> > her loins washed morals, despair, and all other abstract assessments
> away in
> > a cloud of some sort of divine cologne of his. Now his big generative
> jockey
> > was inside her pelvic saddle, riding, riding, riding, and she was eagerly
> > swallowing it swallowing it swallowing it with the saddle’s own lips and
> maw
> >
> > Rare Earth - Paul Mason
> >
> > He switched to some ancient steppe language as he ejaculated, blubbering
> and
> > incoherent. Chun-li faked an orgasm, keeping her mind focused on an
> > eighth-century lyric of sadness, and her face still as a lake in winter.
> > Khünbish collapsed below the neck of the horse, where he clung now, like
> a
> > forlorn circus rider, as the steppe cacophony segued seamlessly into the
> > kind of trickling-stream-plus-birdsong music they play in mental
> hospitals
> > to calm things down
> >
> > The Yips - Nicola Barker
> >
> > He knows her body now, even tightly sheathed and slippery as it is; a
> ripe,
> > red plum, its yellow flesh pressing out against the smooth arc of its
> cool,
> > fragrant skin. He understands the basic groundwork, has visited the
> orchard
> > like a hungry finch, has gorged on the fruit and rejected the pips, has
> > explored the geography
> >
> > The Adventuress: The Irresistible Rise of Miss Cath Fox - Nicholas
> Coleridge
> >
> > In seconds, the duke had lowered his trousers and boxers and positioned
> > himself across a leather steamer trunk, emblazoned with the royal arms of
> > Hohenzollern Castle. ‘Give me no quarter,’ he commanded. ‘Lay it on with
> all
> > your might.’ Cath did as she was told, swishing the twigs hard onto the
> > royal bottom
> >
> > The Divine Comedy - Craig Raine
> >
> > And he came. Like a wubbering springboard. His ejaculate jumped the
> length
> > of her arm. Eight diminishing gouts. The first too high for her to lick.
> > Right on the shoulder.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Kudos to Masters for inserting a Keats reference.
>

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