Sexless Novels

Esquire is complaining about it.

From the piece...

The contemporary American lustscape is populated by the sexually unlucky, unhappy, and/or uninterested. In The Financial Lives of the Poets, Jess Walter's narrator thinks his wife is "cute" and he longs for a little "smack-smack." Gary Shteyngart writes hilariously about sex, but far more often, its absence. His characters keep close watch on their "fuckability" numbers via their smartphones but fall asleep while going down on one another. Meanwhile, Sam Lipsyte's best love scenes involve dudes left to their own devices. The importance of frequent masturbation, it seems, is one thing the old narcissists got right.