for me the problem with morrisseys sex scenes is not that they're not real, or not sexy, because certainly i dont read books for the sex scenes. but like, in this sentence for example:
Eliza and Ezra rolled together into the one giggling snowball of full-figured copulation, screaming and shouting as they playfully bit and pulled at each other in a dangerous and clamorous rollercoaster coil of sexually violent rotation with Eliza’s breasts barrel-rolled across Ezra’s howling mouth and the pained frenzy of his bulbous salutation extenuating his excitement as it smacked its way into every muscle of Eliza’s body except for the otherwise central zone.
it seems to me like he's trying to, rather than using words to describe or to hint or to invoke or to supply nuance, use the rhythm of the words to conjure up the sexual experience, to sweep the reader along, but to me, the attempt falls flat because of the awkward constructions and inscrutable imagery he uses, terms such as "giggling snowball" "barrell rolled" etc, that act as jarring speedbumps, to keep the whole thing from being an elegant or smooth tumult of words. also it doesnt seem to me like there's much feeling behind it. rather the quagmire of words seems to be like a bridge over empty space, that never becomes grounded in anything. there's the terms pained frenzy, and exitement but whose pained frenzy, whose excitement? we know it's ezra's, because he tells us so, but not because we feel it to be. all i know is, this is how i write sex scenes:
emilie and emil joined up like two runaway mining cars, jarring and raucous as they tore along the tracks of perceived bodily union, as each gasped and guttered, shrieked and lurched, with the dizzying swoops and falls of the clanking rhythm of their joined life force jolted wide awake as they surged on and on much like this sentence, until, gasping as one, with the primitive savage thrusts of flesh against bone and bone against flesh, they swam for the light of shared bliss, that point at which emils cylinder of unbowing deference finally condescended to make a felicitous obeisance to emilies blushing how do you do, and so on and so forth.
come on, that's like way better. penguin sign me up!