In this extract, the protagonist’s sister muses on what light a short story (I published it as A Perfect Solution) throws on Jimmy’s truthfulness when he wrote Winging It. Just how much did he leave out? Writers should perhaps not be moved by their own work, but I can’t help being moved by this: There is nothing in this book about “mighty love-hammers” or “thrusting thighs” because I wanted to write a story about love. Love, even sexual love, is not about those things. It’s about tenderness. Affection. Closeness. Intimacy. When two people who love each other come together to make love, they become one person. Self is put aside. Sex without love is a waste of time. Trust me: I have had enough of it to know.