It went to Tom Wolfe this year, as almost predicted in reviews of his latest novel. As I am Charlotte Simmons is a novel filled with the sex 17-20 year olds have at their prestigious college, described by a 73 year old.
Slither slither slither slither went the tongue, but the hand that was what she tried to concentrate on, the hand, since it has the entire terrain of her torso to explore and not just the otorhinolaryngological caverns – oh God, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest – no, the hand was cupping her entire right – Now! She must say “No, Hoyt” and talk to him like a dog. . . (p368-9)
[x]#944 fan zaterdag 18 december 2004 @ 23:19:04