The writing team that goes by the name PJ Parrish talk about the sex…or, rather, the lack of good sex…in mysteries.
Why are crime writers such major wussies when it comes to sex? What the hell
happens to most of them when they have to write about it?
I’ll tell you
what happens. They turn trite and sentimental. Or they become boring and
flaccid. And they get as self-conscious as pimply prom dates. Crime writers can
meet murder head on and not flinch, can even render death poetic. But faced with
having to describe copulation — especially in the context of, gasp!
relationships — they can turn out the most dreadful, unbelievable, embarrassing