Funny and insightful post about the “literary fiction” genre label.
I know. How uncouth! How belligerent! How sanctimonious, and other words of some syllables!
But this is, hopefully, the last of the genre rants. (Until the next one.)
So, Jimmy Joyce and Sam Beckett walk into a bar…
Book genres have become a bit of a joke really, as I said in my last post regarding the nonsense categorisation of “Women’s Fiction”.
Here’s another literary joke for you:
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Q. What’s the difference between Literary Fiction and Romance?
A. So’s your face.
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Isn’t that brilliant? Isn’t it just the best joke you’ve ever heard? Brief, and yet crammed full of the sharp wit of the universe?
Of course it isn’t. But if enough people said it was, you might believe it. Which is how Literary Fiction works.
I’m not saying Literary Fiction isn’t good. I’m not saying that it isn’t sometimes work of such brain-stroking brilliance that it can’t make me laugh, cry and want to be 21 again, all at the same time…
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Michelle Proulx - Author 
People calling literary fiction a genre peeves me.
Genre is what a book is about, not how it is written.
Literary fiction is a style.
And now I must return to the taxonomy cave, for someone has conflated xenophobia and racism on the internet!
Ahhhh! I apologize if I offended you, good sir. Best of luck with your war against internet stupidity — tis a noble calling fraught with peril, and few will thank you for it. You are not what the internet wants, but you ARE what it needs.