From this month’s Rolling Stone:
Some people criticize the “sexposition on the show—but your books have plenty of sex. Do you ever take heat for that?
I get letters about that fairly regularly. It’s a uniquely American prudishness. You can write the most detailed, vivid description of an ax entering a skull, and nobody will say a word in protest. But if you write a similarly detailed description of a penis entering a vagina, you get letters from people saying they’ll never read you again. What the hell? Penises entering vaginas bring a lot more joy into the world than axes entering skulls.
Isn’t that precisely what gets our puritan instincts so riled?