I’m sorry, but 1,500 words is not a novel. And what kind of life experience does a six year old have? Until this kid coughs up a gripping 75,000 word mystery about an icky girl trying to spread cooties to first graders, I remain unimpressed.
I have lost faith in The Bat Sex Award. What were the judges thinking putting David Mitchell on the longlist? The whole point of the passage in question is to chronicle a twelve year old boy’s unfamiliarity with sex in an awkward manner. Go after the real literary criminals, such as the preposterous sex contained within Jay McInerney’s The Good Life.