I was not blogging last year when I heard about this, and I promised myself to post it if I ever started blogging again. This is an excerpt, an excerpt that won him the dubious award for worst sex scene in fiction, from Norman Mailer's 2007 book, The Castle in the Forest:
His mouth lathered with her sap, he turned around and embraced her face with all the passion of his own lips and face, ready at last to grind into her with the Hound, drive it into her piety.
How bad is that!?! I mean, that is awfully bad, isn't it?