The love scene in question:

At this, Eliza and Ezra rolled together into 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 whacked and smacked its way into every muscle of Eliza’s body except for the otherwise central zone.

More review snippets here. One includes the line, “do not read this book.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_the_Lost#Reception

      • @funkless_eck@sh.itjust.works
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        526 days ago

        Being a big ou(x)po fan, they at least were good at their work. Highly recommended starting with Italo Calvino’s Cosmicomics or If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller

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          26 days ago

          Calvino is absolutely amazing! I devoured Cosmicomics and T Zero when I was in college. The Castleof Crossed Destinies is another one.

          I admit, I had a bit of trouble getting through If On A Winter’s Night a Traveler. I’m guessing it lost a lot in translation.

          His book of Italian Folktales is also very good.

          Edit: I just learned about, and ordered, this… a complete collection of the Qfwfq stories, including some never before translated into English- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Complete_Cosmicomics

      • @tigeruppercut@lemmy.zip
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        325 days ago

        On a related note, there’s the Bulwer Lytton prize for terribly written introductions to novels. It was based on the 1830 novel Paul Clifford, famous especially for its first line

        It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

        https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulwer-Lytton_Fiction_Contest