The Ick Guide on when to discard books

I love reading books. I love reading new books, old books, used books and borrowed books. I love reading well thumbed books and spine unbroken books, big books, tiny books, paperback and hardback books, red books, blue books and dammit! I will even read green books!

However, there comes a time that you need to recognise that a book should be discarded. Yep, that’s right. Sent into that big paper recycling plant in the sky. Because, Dear reader, we all know that we have “ick” boundaries. I have met many people who refuse to use libraries because of “germs” or “but who knows what the previous person was doing with that book” and as a seasoned librarian I can understand that sentiment. Now, some of these ick boundaries will vary from person to person. I personally don’t mind a little bit of sand in my beach novel but it may cross your boundary of ick acceptance. So, here is a list that all book owners, lenders (yep – that’s you too Dear Libraries) and booksellers should pay heed.

Discard if your book has any of the following properties:

1. Odour Ick: You know that sand in my beach read that I don’t mind. 2 years later that sand will give off an eau de pisce…..which is not good at all. Any smell strong enough to make you reel your head back upon opening that first page is an indicator that the book must go – and I don’t care if the smell is your fave L’eau D’Issey.

2. Hair Ick: Hair of any sort should never be in or on a book. Unless  it’s a Princess touch and feel board book and even then – it will have cooties.

3. Tactile Ick: Unfortunately this comes in several forms.

3.1  Cover Ick. You pull a book off the shelf and immediately your fingers touch something other than paper or covering plastic. They touch a film…a film of something unidentifiable. It may be brown and grimy (very common amongst libraries whose staff persist on using sticky tape on the covers of books rather than securing notes/reservation notices with paper and elastic bands – not that it’s a bugbear of mine or anything like that – gee I was trained well by those Randwick librarians in the early 90’s), or it is wet. Wet when it is water isn’t particularly good but it is better than when wet that is not water.

3.2 Internal Ick: That’s right. This book is perfectly fine. You’re reading it and you’re totally engaged. Then, upon turning to page 230 just as it’s a cliff hanger, sex scene, gun at the temple, alien abduction showdown with a unicorn, you turn the page and there is something…something gracing the pages. It could be grimy (soil, sand), edible (banana, honey), movable (lice, cockroach) or it could just be pages that are stuck together. Now, you the reader, depending on where in the story these pages became stuck, will be able to ascertain as to the nature of what has stuck them together. But more on that in Point 4.

When you are faced with tactile ick – it’s time to discard the book.

4. Bodily fluid ick: From the less inocuous snot, ear wax or baby saliva to the gross levels of urine, faeces or semen, if you suspect that bodily fluid irk is present on the covers or between the pages of the book you are reading follow these instructions: drop the book; holler “ick”; don some industrial strength gloves. If the book is yours throw it away. If it is not your book place it in a plastic bag, seal it and report it to whoever you borrowed it from. And yes – that may mean your lovely librarians who will gag as they record the barcode, take it off your record and discard of the offending book ASAP.

5. Wet Ick: So you were reading in the bathtub again. Only this time the book fell in. Or you’re at the beach and you haven’t noticed the tide come in. You now own a sopping wet book. Of course, there are methods to salvage a wet book but unless it is an out of print, rare book (and if it is what the hell were you thinking reading it in the bath/at the beach you bloody idiot) don’t bother. The cost of replacing the book will be much less bother. Though, if you insist, here is a guide on how to dry wet books.

6. Mould Ick: This is directly related to 5. Wet Ick. If you have tried to salvage wet ick and left moisture mould ick ensues. And this is, let’s say, icky. Worst part is that mould spreads so even if the rest of your books weren’t wet – the mould will still get to them. Get rid of it!

7. Eaten Ick: I don’t like tomato sauce, mustard, jam, banana, coffee or steak with my books. I like my books without any condiments to be honest. And frankly, I do not like my books to have been eaten by rodents either. Another surefire discarding moment.

So when if comes down to it, when you are choosing a book to read, or if you work in a library and you are reshelving items, look at the tattered book in your hand and think to yourself; Would I read this in bed? Would I read this over a coffee (which may in fact be the reason that no-one will want to read it as the previous coffee drinker got a bit bloody excited while reading, slushed coffee and hid the evidence)? Would I give this book to my immuno-suppressed, living in a bubble neighbour? If the answer is No! Get rid of it. And if you are wailing “but it’s my favourite”, “it’s a first edition”, “the author personally signed it for me” or “but my granny gave me that book” I have several things to say:

1. Take better care of your things (of course, the exception to this rule is if the damage is due to fire, flood, plague and all other cataclysmic disasters).

2. Buy a new book. Booko.com.au will help you with a price comparison and suggested retailers.

3. Buy a second hand one abebooks.com

3. Cope. Live life without it.

I haven’t been exhaustive as I thought that I would avoid the whole age and use aspect of icks because it is done so well at Awful Library Books. I recommend you turn to them for guidance in this area.

So for the salvation of all readers, for the salvation of your own personal bookshelves and your own sanity (dammit! where is that fishy smell coming from!) use this Ick Guide, discard offending books and buy yourself some brand-spanking new copies.

Now some of you may ask about the falling apart from having been read so many times ick. This is not ick. This is love. This is deep, abiding love. And even the crooked book can be read.

 

PS Note to collection development librarians reading this – feel free to use this as part of your weeding guide. You’re welcome!

The BookGroup you’re having when you’re not having a bookgroup

or Why pubs make great venues for bookgroups

On the 2nd Wednesday of every month I walk down to my local pub to talk with other readers about thingys we have read. And yes, these get togethers are as vague as that first sentence. But let me start at the beginning.

Nearly 10 years ago, my local barista/friend/reading pal asked if I was interested in starting a bookgroup with her at the coffee shop she owned. She found that she was constantly chatting with her customers about books and this was affecting queues for coffee. The inaugural meeting was held with many of her customers, both male and female, turning up.

On that day there were several things that everyone agreed upon:

1. No-one wanted to feel like they were in a classroom. They did not want book notes, study notes, analysis or anything that might remind them of their school years. [My kind of people!]

2. The idea of 1 book that everyone had to read was distasteful. Choosing a single title that would appeal to the broad group would be too hard. Everyone agreed that a themed bookgroup was best. [Internal cheers]

3. Everyone had an equal voice. There was to be no scoffing, no derision, all reading and all choices were valid. [Yay! I could take romances with the knowledge that I didn’t have to roll my eyes and sneer at literary snobbery]

We eventually came to have a Number 4:

4. Cheers for most tenuous link between the subject and the reading choice. [This has become a highlight in our monthly meetings with the best ever tenuous link being someone who read a biography on Fidel Castro for the topic Infidelity and my own win with Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ Heaven, Texas for the topic of Church and State]

At first, we met up at Muse Cafe in Summer Hill. Once our friend, who owned the cafe,  sold up we chose to also move and after various unsuccessful venue choices we decided upon Summer Hill pub. I must point out that the then owners of Cafe Decolata (another of Summer Hill’s many cafes) were fabulously accommodating! Despite the fact they closed at 5pm they gave the group the keys to the cafe and we met there after hours for as long as we liked which we did for several sessions. But the eating & drinking options weren’t available to us so we had to move on.  The Pub provided us with a relaxed environment where no-one felt obliged to purchase a meal or a drink yet we had the ability to stay for as long as we liked. We have had the occasional clash with a rowdy football game but shouting across a table as to why you loved the latest romance or murder mystery you have read can be surprisingly cathartic.

Over the years, our themes have ranged from the sea, 3, music, blue, elections, feminism, blokes, beer, Russia, design and the list goes on. We also have had a variety of formats. Our reading extends beyond fiction and includes non-fiction, poetry, song lyrics (which on one occassion were sung and accompanied by guitar), plays, picture books, Hansard, essays, films and television scripts. Our members are a varied lot of people. With a good mix of males and females, we’ve had some very interesting people come and go. From teachers, baristas, ministers (well only 1 really but he was with us for a long time & we wish he hadn’t been transferred to Newcastle), librarians [moi!], academics, illustrators, marketers, teens, parents and even the occasional appearance from some of our kids presenting the book that they have read. Some of us have formed friendships over the years yet, for the most part, our strongest connection is meeting at the local to talk about our topic once a month.

In 2006, I saw the first write up of this type of book group in Library Journal as to the value [and in my opinion, a much more welcome model] of thematic book clubs. I was impressed. This article articulated the organic way our group operated. It also highlighted that by opening up to a theme based approach reading choices allowed diverse choices, less structure and suited to people who are not similar in their reading habits but just want an opportunity to share their reading experiences with others.

FAQs:

Do I think a library would be a better venue? No! Libraries close too early and they don’t serve beer.

How can you too have a group like the one I belong too? I don’t know. How does one meet an open-minded, reading friendly publican/coffee shop owner willing to provide the space and spread the word to their customers?

Does this type of bookgroup suit everyone? Not at all. We have had many people turn up for one meeting only to leave exasperated at our lack of focusing on one book and our tangential conversations.

And how does a laissez-faire group of people with no leader manage to keep meeting for 10 years? I’d say common courtesy and a desperation to share their reading experiences with anyone other than their immediate families who may or may not be readers.

Now, I must clarify, that the rest of the group are not Shallow Readers. They have depth……. and they will all happily acknowledged that I am the shallow one.

If clothes maketh the man then the character should be well shod too

Practice Makes Perfect

by Julie James

a shallow reader review

Always assume there are *spoilers*

Now here is an author who consistently delivers well written, contemporary romance novels which are full of scrummy narkiness, scrummy characters and the obligatory HEA. To add to the well written stories Julie James also delivers in the well dressed, well heeled character stakes. And in Practice Makes Perfect the clothing is described is an important part of the image that the protagonists choose to show to others.

Julie James’s Practice Makes Perfect is about two law associates in the last months before they find out if they make partner at one of Chicago’s top law firms. Both Payton (tha chick) and J.D. (da man) partake in snarky one-upmanship and all-round competition against each other.  Their constant bantering makes for fun reading though at times both overstep their boundaries which is where their vulnerability towards each other starts to emerge. Throughout the book they wear corporate clothing that is hand tailored, professional and conforming to the expectations of legal counsel. I felt that their clothes are part of what sets the scene as to the style and tension that is over-riding in this book. The alphamale is capitalised to ALPHA with his Zegna suits, or when going a little casual

“… he wore an open-necked black pin-striped shirt and perfectly tailored charcoal gray pants”.

Yep, I’m one of those women that can sit in the corporate end of town feasting her eyes on those immaculately cut suits. J.D. is hot hot hot.

Julie James slowly builds the tension between the main protagonists until you are on the edge of your seat two-thirds of the way into the book wanting to scream “Will you just get it on!”. I enjoyed the slow weaving of why each protagonist chose their career path and I liked that the majority of the action in the book was in the corporate office setting.

The book did have a few unresolved storylines at the end. But they did not particularly worry me. The unresolved tension between J.D. and his domineering judge father – did not worry me. That Payton never explores J.D’s work motivations – did not worry me. And the sabotaged shoe scene – did not worry me. What did worry me was that throughout the book Payton’s complete outfit is described. Her dresses, shirts, skirts, suits all the way down to the heels of her Jimmy Choos and other stiletto numbers that she wears at work (this goes totally against the grain for me as a librarian who happily dons her flat, stylish yet sensible, Camper shoes). Yet, when J.D. is described, he has hotness trousers, great shirts, growl man ties and suits to die for but his shoes are not mentioned. I reread the book a second time in search for a reference to his shoes and I could not find one. Does he not wear any? Is he shoeless? Where are his Oxfords, Legates, monkstraps or wingtip Bluchers? Where are his John Lobb or Berluti shoes? This omission seems incongruous in light of the meticulously attired J.D.

So please, when you read this fab romance, please, if you catch a mention J.D’s shoes – drop me a line.


VaVeros’s Top Reads of 2010

So I’m going to thrill you all with my favourite reads of the year.

My reading 2010:  1o0 adult fiction & 30 non-fiction, 60 picture books, 23 junior (fic & non-fic), And that’s not counting the rereads! Sadly, this year none of my junior fiction, junior non-fiction or literary fiction made me want to run out and buy keepers. There were many lovely stories but nothing that stood out. Perhaps I will discover some keepers in 2011. I went through my notes for the year and I am posting any book that I scored 5/5. For me 5/5 means that I am will go out and buy myself a copy to keep forever and ever and ever so that I can re-read it whenever I feel like it so that I can savour those words (or pictures) over and over again.

Best Romance

Mr Cavendish I Presume by Julia Quinn – My biggest surprise this year was this gorgeous story. It is the 2nd of a two book series. The first book The Lost Duke of Wyndham was a good read but was not a keeper for me. I reluctantly picked up the twin novel and I am so glad I did. There were whispers, sighs, deeply romantic moments and I have reread this book twice since I finished it. Certainly my favourite fiction read for this year.

My 3 other romance keeper reads:

Crazy For Love by Victoria Dahl – yummy safety conscious hero

Just the Sexiest Man Alive by Julie James – I love her use of parenthesis

I’m in No Mood for Love by Rachel Gibson- Scrummy romance




Category Romance

Greek Tycoon, Inexperienced Mistress (Harlequin Presents) by Lynne Graham – this book made me cry – dammit. You have to give top marks to an author who applies every possible romance trope yet has such distinct internal voices for her characters that you tear up at page 150 despite knowing that there will be an HEA by page 180.


Undressed (Harlequin Blaze) by Heather MacAllister was different altogether. Unlike most category reads this book was a series of vignettes about different courting couples. Tied together by a bridal shop and a groom outfitter who run the two shops next  door to each other each story is unique. My only regret is that I borrowed this ebook through the library and I cannot find a print copy to own. And I really want a print copy.

Non-fiction

Apartment Therapy Presents: Real Homes, Real People, Hundreds of Design Solutions by Maxwell Gillingham-Ryan

I love the Apartment Therapy blog so I was very excited to see that the library had a copy of their book. And then I was even more excited to read the book. Full of beautiful design ideas, and floor plans, this book has provided me with hours of reading and visual enjoyment.

Other notable non-fiction:

Sh*t My Dad Says by Justin Halpern

Teen Fiction

I lurrrrrrrrrve Steven Herrick. His lovely lyrical stories are heartfelt and funny. My 2 top teen novels for this year were both his.

Slice by Steven Herrick
Lonesome Howl by Steven Herrick

Picture Books

Lots of them – lots lots lots!

Language:


The Wonky Donkey by Craig Smith – This is uber cool. The music is great and I have yet to meet a kid that does not join in the Wonky Donkey funkness!
Fancy Nancy by Jane O’Connor – I was never a girly girl yet this book has made me go out and buy numerous copies for nieces and little girl friends. Tiara time!

I Don’t Want a Cool Cat! by Emma Dodd

Illustration:

Miss Llewellyn-Jones Goes to Town by Elaine Forrestal

Flame stands waiting by Corinne Fenton, Sebastian Ciaffaglione

Hunting for Dragons by Bruce Whatley



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Tears:

Waiting for Mummy by Tae-Jun Lee & Dong-Sung Kim
Old Hu-Hu by Kyle Mewburn


Comedy:

Fifteen Animals! by Sandra Boynton – 1 word “Bob”

Sir Laughalot by Tony Mitton and Sarh Warburton

Dog Loves Books by Louise Yates



A Picture Book on Handselling/Readers Advisory


Dog Loves Books

by Louise Yates

A Shallow Reader review

This book is beyond cute. A gorgeous little doggie opens a bookshop yet he has no customers. So he reads. And then when customers come in he revels in suggesting books for them. There is loneliness, escapism & readers advisory. A story that book lovers can easily relate to and with illustrations that are delightful. This book is a storytime must for librarians and for the budding bibliophile.

Books of Christmas Past

Despite being a book fiend, I am more than happy to not receive books for Christmas. I prefer that most people keep far far away from choosing a book for me. See, I’m funny in my reading tastes – as are most people – and what may resonate with many and hit the bestseller lists rarely interests me.

Let me give you some examples:

Christmas books from previous years that did not hit the mark:

How Late it was, How late – James Kelman

Welcome to the Monkey House – Kurt Vonnegut

The Snapper – Roddy Doyle

Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Berniere

Five Quarters of the Orange by Joanne Harris

Full series by Janet Evanovich (this one should have been full of win because she’s a fave author yet 4 years later they still have a ribbon wrapped around them)

A Little Bush Maid by Mary Grant Bruce (I mean, seriously! I couldn’t get past the title page)

and many many more.

I’m a Libra – let’s aim for some balance in this blog post!

Christmas books from previous years that did hit the mark:

Lake Woebegone Days by Garrison Keillor

Perfect English by Ros Byam Shaw

Welcome to Temptation by Jennifer Crusie

Santaland Diaries by David Sedaris

Twitterature by Aciman and Resin

Neither of these lists are exhaustive as I have received many more books than I can be bothered to remember. The books on the first list must have many wonderful qualities  for them to have inspired many a reader to buy and many a bookseller/librarian to recommend them but sadly they were not able to interest me at all. I cannot pinpoint why some books grab me from the first page yet others with similar elements just leave me cold. And certainly, if I can’t put my finger on this elusive quality it would be near impossible for someone else to guarantee I will like their selection. This year, I have been especially lucky. I only received two books and both books were hits. I received Things Bogans Like and a 4-novels-in-one Mills and Boon Summer Special collection.

Reading choices are very personal and subjective. There are so many aspects to selecting a book starting from aesthetically pleasing elements such as great cover art, beautiful paper stock, well designed layout and a well chosen font. Once we overcome the form over function aspect of book selection we start looking at the content. From well written prose, dialogue intense, character driven, settings, genres, time periods, sex, no sex, gruesome murder, cozy mysteries, steampunk, graphic novels, romances, tragic love stories, epic poetry, adventure, pirate books, fantasy, unicorns, faeries, trolls, travel, war, monarchies, geishas, revolutions, classic literature and the list does go on and on and on and on….. Enter the quagmire of book selection for other at your risk!

I appreciate the sentiment behind the book as a gift but unless it is a surefire win (ie, I have told you that I want a specific title) and you really insist on buying me books, opt for the gift that doubles in giving by purchasing me a bookshop gift card instead. I don’t think that this is impersonal – it is highly practical and more likely to not end up at my kids’ school fete’s book stall next year.

I do wonder though, for all the lovely book gifts, how many givers of books didn’t really stay up all night wrapping gifts (it did come in a gift box, after all) but were up furiously reading, making sure they didn’t break the spine and finishing that wonderful book that they would have loved for someone to have bought them instead.

Love and the Dead Scientist

“Do you know why you’re afraid when you’re alone? I do. I do.” Vincent Gray

I have recently read 2 novels, both of which had romantic elements and both of which had the female protagonist conducting an imaginary relationship with a dead scientist.

Both books had a great plot, were well written and were engaging but I had trouble dealing with the dead scientist conversation. It was odd. It didn’t sit right with me. I phoned my scientist sister and asked her if she knew any of her male/female scientist counterparts who talk to their imaginary hero/mentor/role model. She told me she was busy and not to bother her with ridiculous concepts. I took this to mean “No”.

The language in Addition by Toni Jordan captured me. The heroine has OCD and is constantly counting. This agitated me but rightfully so as it was able to make me, the reader, understand how the protagonist feels. The protagonist also spends a lot of her time relating her actions back to Nikola Tesla. The dead scientist dialogue is as odd as the rest of the book but it all makes sense as you near the end. The romantic lead totally enamoured me. I liked that he is fashion-challenged, seriously – he wears boaters, and I liked his patience and steadfastness!

In Loving Richard Feynman by Penny Tangey the letter writing to a dead scientist seemed out of place for me. The various storylines worked well and I would recommend this book but I struggled with the concept of a teen finding solace in an imaginary relationship with Richard Feynman. This would ring alarm bells as to my child’s sanity. Nonetheless, the relationships in this book are wonderful and I adored the beautiful ending.

Having come across two Australian publications with a similar premise I hope that this is not going to become a favourite storyline. To me, it made no sense and it detracted from two books that would have otherwise been great. I understand that I am supposed to suspend disbelief and somehow relate to different peoples’ experiences but does anybody know anyone that has enriching and enabling conversations with dead scientists, teachers, Kennedys…..anyone other than the kid from The Sixth Sense?

Picture Book Historical Romantic Comedy

Sir LaughalotSir Laughalot

Written by Tony Mitton

Illustrated by Sarah Warburton

a shallow review


I snorted in the library when I was reading this book. Sarah Warburton’s illustrations are brilliant. They are quirky & childlike yet with a nod to illuminated manuscripts and heraldy. This  suited the medieval setting of the book. Tony Mitton, once again, delights with narrrative that is rhythmic and funny and with absurd concepts such as twirly nose hair, that will have you laughing out aloud alongside Laughalot himself. The challenge he must face is whether he can save the cheerful damsel in distress….which of course brings us to a picture book historical romantic comedy.

Sir Laughalot has so many wonderful qualities. It’s funny, it’s romantic, it’s heroic and it’s lots of fun 🙂

If clothes maketh the man then they maketh the book character too

Maybe This Time

by Jennifer Crusie

a shallow review


Jennifer Crusie’s latest book Maybe This Time edges into the paranormal activities of ghosts (thank you Jennifer for not bringing vampires into the equation) whilst rekindling a romance that had soured many years earlier. The book is set in 1992 which I found a bit perturbing. It was not long ago enough to be classed as a historical romance but it certainly is not a contemporary romance. It did have a retro feel but must we have another sub sub genre? It did make me wonder if it was the author’s way of not wanting to deal with modern technology such as SMS and the internet for her book (which is fine).

However, the clothes that Andie, the female protagonist, wears through most of this book created a phenomenal mind block for me. On the first page she is wearing an ill-fitting tailored jacket. Why? What would possess any intelligent woman, and Andie IS intelligent, to dress like a bag lady when facing a hot former beau/husband? I didn’t get it, though I know I should get it as her rebellion against the “hero’s” conservatism. Couldn’t she just flip the proverbial bird to the establishment by dyeing her hair pink?

Further on in the book she is described as wearing peasant skirts and tank tops. I cannot shake from my mind a cross between Stevie Nicks and Patrick Swayze. This is not a good thing.

I found it unbelievable that ex-hubby North who is a conservative, button down suit kinda Beta hero could stand the sparkly, sequin Tree of Life woman that was being described. So I improvised. Where the book describes her misshapen jacket, I replaced it with a shapely jacket (no woman would choose to look like shit when they are seeing an ex for the first time in a decade). When her peasant skirt is being described I change it in my mind to a flowing, long skirt.

 

I realise that this is a stupid thing to be bothered about. Other reviewers have found Andie’s lack of care for her young male charge, Carter & and her ignorance as to how men’s needs, both Carter and North, as an oversight in the writing. I don’t agree.  I just thought she was an unfeeling towards male characters. Unlikeable character trait – yes. Writing fault – No.

But when Andie finally dons a t-shirt and jeans just before she does the deed with North I let out a breath of relief.

Unfortunately, despite her reverting to wearing jeans I remain unconvinced that maybe this time the loving couple make it. Because after all that fab sex poor North still has to look at a woman channelling the Nickster.

The Nickster

P.S. Despite what sounds like an anti-Maybe This Time diatribe, apart from the disturbing fashion sense, this book works for me. The creepy ghosts, the faulty relationships and the lack of maturity in the female protagonists which is angering and frustrating all make for a good read. That it takes her 10 years to have a decent relationship and that it takes 2 neglected children for her to finally understand that a person needs to stick around even when they are not the centre of the universe is a revelation. Crusie rocks.

P. P.S I also get that the book being retro you probably think that peasant skirts were hip in the early 90s. But they weren’t. Even then they were ugly.

Prudes, privacy and pompous pissants

A privy of prudes, years ago, decided that their task was to justify reading aloud sex scenes to each other in a closed off room (are alarm bells ringing yet) and then deciding which title didn’t help them get their rocks off. This decision resulted in the establishment of possibly the only literary award for poor writing – The Bad Sex Award.

I am highly amused by this year’s shortlisted author Christos Tsiolkas’s statement in The Guardian:

“I have no idea who is behind the Literary Review’s Bad Sex awards and I may be making an awful assumption but I think their sexual highlight was probably jerking each other off at Eton.”

Let’s not talk about sex – why passion is waning in British books

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/16/sex-disappearing-from-novels

These literary critics are incapable of behaving like adults when they read a sex scene. They turn into sniggering little boys who blush and snigger when they hear the word “boobs” and have taken it upon themselves to hide the good sex books for their enjoyment and only highlight the crap. Frankly, if there is a short list for the Bad Sex Award – I want access to the titles that didn’t make the list. This says several things about the literary bougeois:

1. They consider themselves to be in a position of moral authority as to what is acceptable, what is modest and righteous and deserved of their qualified attention and that anyone who claims or aspires to be part of the literary community (as opposed to the hoi polloi of the writing world) will adhere to writing in a fashion that meets these Victorian standards – and by gosh, sexy naked scenes will not meet these standards. Who knows what would result in allowing sex to be celebrated. Romance writers (or even, heaven forbid, Mills & Boon authors) may end up contenders for a literary award.

2. They want to keep private that the author of a book wrote in a way that aroused them because, certainly, that is what a well written sex scene should do. To a degree, I can understand wanting to keep private whether a book got you hot and bothered but if that is the case do not set yourself up as a judge of literary merit. A judge is supposed to be impartial and objective and is expected to not bring personal feelings into account when making a decision.

To be honest, I quite enjoy reading about the Bad Sex Award. I believe that it forces literary authors to think more carefully about how they depict a sex scene and what emotion they are trying to arouse in their readers. For example, confusion is not something that a reader should be feeling when reading a seduction scene. My objection is not to the existence of the award but the lack of existence of a Good Sex Award from the same literary institution.

Make me happy – I’m a Libra and I need balance in my life and in literary awards.