So notes the Telegraph.
From the article...
It’s a strange career path that can have you debating the use of a throbbing member before your second cup of coffee. But such is the lot (and the minimum caffeine requirement) of a writer about to enter the perilous territory of the sex scene.
Lyrical and metaphorical, or brutally realistic? Queasy Rothian coupling or jolly Cooperesque romp? Either carries a risk your reader will clench their toes, drop your book in horror, or worse, fall about in appalled hysterics. For as novelist Martin Amis observed last weekend, translating the act into print is an impossible task. “It’s not that someone’s going to hit upon the right way [of describing it],” he said. “There is no right way.”
The lengthy sex scene in his book The Pregnant Widow was easy to write, he told the Cheltenham Literary Festival, “because it was… anachronistically pornographic for plot reasons”. It is where emotion meets sex on the page, he said, that it becomes “impossible” for the writer and “embarrassing” for the reader.
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