Our favorite canonized misogynist, Norman Mailer, has been posthumously awarded the Bad Sex in Fiction prize from Literary Review magazine for the following passage: "His mouth lathered with her sap, he turned around and embraced her face with all the passion of his own lips and face, ready at last to grind into her with the Hound, drive it into her piety." Uh, we definitely don't want some dude's hound anywhere NEAR our piety. [BBC News]