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“She picks up a Bugatti’s momentum. You want her more at a Volkswagen’s steady trot. Squeeze the maximum mileage out of your gallon of gas. But she’s eating up the road with all cylinders blazing. You lift her out. You want to try different kinds of fusion.”
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Aniruddha Bahal won himself an audience with Sting for “automobilizing” his description of sexual intercourse in his latest novel, Bunker 13. Gosh! Do we even call the act sexual intercourse still? Sounds so Victorian and polished. I prefer the regular Bambaiya description which unfortunately I cannot reproduce here, unless I risk my blog being rated R. But frankly, I never knew that the Literary Review awarded such inanities. I would be a constant nominee. I should write more often about sex; Mela ya Kela, the judges do appreciate the “exuberance and energy” if not innovativeness. Keep your eyes on that award next year, you might just see me flashing my stupid Chandler-esque grin.
by Patrix | on Friday, December 5th, 2003 at 8:08 pm | 
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