doodle: Jane Eaton Hamilton 2014
I know, I know–writing sex is hard. (“Hard,” um hum, yes.) But it is, it’s difficult. You write just a paragraph and you feel like you’ve written pages, and trying to think of both a new way and an effective way to limn sex is just daunting. I guess Jonathan Franzen does a pretty grim job. Madeleine Davies, writing for Jezebel, lets us in on a few doozers:
“One afternoon, as Connie described it, her excited clitoris grew to be eight inches long, a protruding pencil of tenderness with which she gently parted the lips of his penis and drove herself down to the base of its shaft.”
I guess one might hope one’s editor caught that before it hit print.
And his sexism/classism when writing about Edith Wharton is really unparalleled.