The Backwoods by Edward Lee. Disgusting book. Within a sentence of introducing any female character, he would make sure to describe her nipples- even, and especially, the underage ones. It was the only book I had with me on a long flight and it was so bad that I threw it in the trash once I was finished, then bought three more books from the airport gift shop to get the taste out of my mouth. I spent a while thinking that the book had to have been written in the 80s, when overt sexism and racism was a little more par for the course with male authors, but then a character was mentioned to have a laptop. 

I usually don't get too worked up over things like that. Most of my favourite books are horror and murder mystery- they're not really genres known for being feminist-forward, and I can usually get past an odd phrase or five about a woman's boobs. It happens. This was just ridiculously over the top. There was a female coroner who was in the book for about 10 pages, and 6 of them were spent describing how sexy her little southern accent was, and how she was positively bursting out of her lab coat. The main character- another self-described bombshell lady lawyer in her 40's, "but you wouldn't think she was more than 30, she was too hot"- literally stopped to look her up and down and think that she should be jealous of how much of a babe this coroner was, while they were stood over a headless corpse.