今年的「性愛拙劣描寫獎」 (Bad Sex in Fiction Award) 候選名單公布，有「萬年諾獎陪跑」稱號的作家村上春樹成候選人。主辦方提到，村上的長篇小說《剌殺騎士團長》主角製造精液的能力過強，造成「解剖學上的疑惑」，因此被列入候選名單。
獎項由英國文學雜誌 Literary Review 頒發，目的在「表揚」寫出超爛性愛場景的好小說，試圖讓讀者關注現代小說性愛描寫的種種問題，「而非介紹鹹濕或露骨的色情文學」。
今年入選者之一是日本作家村上春樹。其作品《剌殺騎士團長》中，主角不斷與有夫之婦發生性行為。主辦單位特別提到射出過量精液的那段，則在時報出版的中文版《剌殺騎士團長》第二部 156 頁，描寫主角與其妻的性場面。
村上春樹是「性愛拙劣描寫獎」的常客，2011 年《1Q84》及 2014 年《沒有色彩的多崎作和他的巡禮之年》均曾令他榜上有名。
今年其他候選人還有 James Frey、Julian Goug、Major Victor Cornwall 及 Major Arthur St John Trevelyan (真名為 Duncan Crowe 及 James Peak)、Luke Tredget、William Wall 及 Gerard Woodward。英國《衛報》抽出七組候選人的性愛描寫選段（附於文末），讀者可從中選出心頭惡。
另外，本屆沒有任何女作家入選。不過 Literary Review 編輯 Frank Brinkley 指他不會「官方」認同女性寫得比男性好。「以前都有女性寫過一些超爛的性愛場面，只不過今年男性是頭號『犯人』。」
Literary Review 於 1979 年在英國創立，為著名文學雜誌。性愛拙劣描寫獎於 1993 年由文學評論家 Rhoda Koenig 及時任 Literary Review 編輯 Auberon Waugh 首度舉行，至今已 25 年，過去只有三名女成獲獎﹕Rachel Johnson、Nancy Huston 及 Wendy Perriam。
得獎者將於 12 月 3 日揭曉，過往慣例，作者不會前往領獎。
Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami
My ejaculation was violent, and repeated. Again and again, semen poured from me, overflowing her vagina, turning the sheets sticky. There was nothing I could do to make it stop. If it continued, I worried, I would be completely emptied out. Yuzu slept deeply through it all without making a sound, her breathing even. Her sex, though, had contracted around mine, and would not let go. As if it had an unshakeable will of its own and was determined to wring every last drop from my body.
Scoundrels: The Hunt for Hansclapp by Major Victor Cornwall and Major Arthur St John Trevelyan
“Empty my tanks,” I’d begged breathlessly, as once more she began drawing me deep inside her pleasure cave. Her vaginal ratchet moved in concertina-like waves, slowly chugging my organ as a boa constrictor swallows its prey. Soon I was locked in, balls deep, ready to be ground down by the enamelled pepper mill within her.
Katerina by James Frey
I’m hard and deep inside her fucking her on the bathroom sink her tight little black dress still on her thong on the floor my pants at my knees our eyes locked, our hearts and souls and bodies locked.
Cum inside me.
Cum inside me.
Cum inside me.
Blinding breathless shaking overwhelming exploding white God I cum inside her my cock throbbing we’re both moaning eyes hearts souls bodies one.
I close my eyes let out my breath.
Connect by Julian Gough
He drops the bra to the floor, looks up, into her eyes, it’s too much. He kisses her chin, her mouth, and their tongues touch, oh, too much, he slips his lips free with a soft suck. Moves up to kiss her strong nose, on one side, then the other, it’s hard and soft at once. He moves back down, till he is level with her breasts.
‘They’re small,’ she says, surprisingly shy, apologetic.
‘They’re perfect,’ he says.
He kisses them. Teases a nipple with his lips. It’s so soft; and then, suddenly, hard.
He sucks on the hard nipple.
He has never done this before, and yet; no, wait, of course, it is totally familiar.
The first thing he ever did.
He feels the huge change in meaning, in status; it is as though he had grown up in a single suck. Everything transformed. And yet nothing has changed at all; he sucks at a nipple as he lies on a bed, and it’s eighteen years later, and he sucks at a nipple as he lies on a bed, and his childhood falls away from him like a burned-out booster stage from a rocket. Its fuel used up. He is now in orbit around a different planet.
Kismet by Luke Tredget
She shuffles her head closer to his cock, close enough to smell her own residue, and then takes it in her mouth, with the vague idea of cleaning it. Geoff mirrors this gesture by burying his head between her legs, and gradually she can feel his cock pumping up with blood, one pulse at a time, until it is long and hard and filling her wide-open mouth. They stay in this position for a long time, Anna sucking and slurping with the same lazy persistence you’d use on a gobstopper or a stick of rock. Eventually she loses her sense of the context altogether – of what she is doing or who she is with or where they are – and becomes an empty vessel for what feels like disembodied consciousness. She looks at the window and wonders how the glass feels encased within its wooden frame, what the shaggy clouds feel like being blown across the sky, what the walls felt like being splattered and smeared with wet paint …
Grace’s Day by William Wall
He’s almost weightless. When he enters me it hurts and my pain belongs to the subterranean world, primitive as the clay. His body is slacker than I expected, a small paunch begins at his waist and settles in a downward parabola to his groin. His pubic hair is red. His erect penis is a surprise although I had imagined what they would feel like, read about them, seen them represented on toilet walls and magazines. I didn’t see it before he entered me, but afterwards it is small and sticky and amusing. I want to touch it but I don’t dare. I don’t know the etiquette. He is twenty or more years older than me. This is sex.
The Paper Lovers by Gerard Woodward
He was aware that she was making a mewling sound as he put his lips to her tightened nipple and sucked. Her mouth was at his ear, her tongue travelling along its grooves, voice filling it. His mouth tugged at her, extended her, she snapped back, there was a taste of something on his tongue. In his mind he pictured her neck, her long neck, her swan’s neck, her Alice in Wonderland neck coiling like a serpent, like a serpent, coiling down on him. She had found a way through his clothing and her fingers had lightly touched his cock, then slowly began to take a firmer hold. He wanted to cry like a baby. He felt helpless, as though his body had come undone and she was fastening it. He felt as though he was bleeding somewhere. Then he felt powerful, gigantic. He would have kicked a door down.