Friday, February 11, 2011

A confession

I have to confess something that is becoming increasingly difficult to hide: I'm a prude. When it comes to the moment in a book when it becomes steamy I tend to find it as difficult to get through as I once did when that sort of thing came on the TV when I was a teenager and my parents were in the room.

I'm not sure where this prudishness comes from. For a while I consoled myself with the belief it was because the writing in some cases was poor when it came to sex scenes. But the truth is that even when there isn't a problem with the writing, although that seems to be quite rare, I struggle.

6 comments:

Thomas at My Porch said...

It has been a while since I read The Counterfeiters, but I don't remember anything terribly steamy.

DRF said...

You won't get through my books then. Books are a part of life, not a substitute for it, and eroticism is a major part of life. Don't be afraid. Don't be terribly afraid.

Duncan Fallowell

I'm Simon Quicke and I have said...

Thanks Duncan you are making me think about it and you are right.

I'm Simon Quicke and I have said...

Thanks for the comment Thomas. You are right and most of it's in my mind ;)

Anonymous said...

I'll say there are no books that do it successfully. Most sex scenes are just terribly boring.

DRF said...

Did you finish my book by the way?