My Clit Takes Umbrage


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.

A Little Clitoris of Discernment: Jonathan Franzen Can’t Write Sex

And his sexism/classism when writing about Edith Wharton is really unparalleled.

Franzen on Edith Wharton