We still can't decide if we loved or hated Absurdistan, but we have to give Gary Shteyngart props for his vivid description of pubic hair in the novel:
Her vagina was all that, as they say in the urban media – a powerful ethnic muscle scented by bitter melon, the breezes of the local sea, and the sweaty needs of a tiny nation trying to breed itself into a future. Was it especially hairy? Good Lord, yes it was. Mountains of kinkiness black as the night above the Serengeti with paprika shoots at the edges – the pubic hair alone must have clocked in at half a kilo, while providing the inspiration for two discernible trails of hair, one running up to the navel, the other to the base of the spine.
So does Literary Review, for their Bad Sex in Fiction Awards 2007. Also on this year's list: Ian McEwan ("Had she pulled the wrong thing?"), Quim Monzo ("She felt the cylinder rod of his plunger.") and Christopher Rush ("O glorioius pubes!").