The Babu’s finally figured out why Indian authors step gingerly around sex scenes–either that or they describe the mating game with an air of bravado, substituting anatomical exactitude for any real flair. (Okay, so there’re a few exceptions. A dog-eared set of Khajuraho postcards for anyone who can list ten of ’em.) It comes of reading the Kamasutra all these years instead of bowing before the superior wisdom of Steve Almond. Found his user’s guide to how to write good sex courtesy Jessa Crispin’s blog.