I have found that you can scarcely pick up a contemporary novel without discovering within it a rather vivid and graphic depiction of sex between characters. While I know a lot of people take offence or have a general dislike for such occurrences, I myself am not so prudish about it, and it does not truly bother me all that much, but it did bring a question to my mind.
I have found in my reading of a classical works and perhaps this is more often the case in poetry, but it present in my novels as well, from the period of the 19th century to earlier, there is a very strong suggestiveness, and sensuality. In a time when it was not typical to lift the curtain in the bedroom, and where there were certain taboos about sexuality, authors found a variety of creative ways, elegant descriptions, metaphors, symbolism, to suggest desire and lust, without revealing it.
When I reflect back to the contemporary novels I have read, and often enjoyed, it seems that the approaches to sex has taken a bit more of a crude note.
Do you find that with the new open door policy on sex, sensuality (which can often be more tantalizing than a frank, hit you over the head with it approach) is dead in writing?