by SB Sarah • Saturday, February 09, 2008 at 10:28 AM
Bitchery Reader MplsGirl sent me a link to a NY Times article about highbrow literary fiction authors slumming in ‘genre fiction’, which has led me to proclaim Charles McGrath “Awesome Dude of the Day”:
...the assumption [is] that genre fiction — mysteries, thrillers, romances, horror stories — is a form of literary slumming. These kinds of books are easier to read, we tend to think, and so they must be easier to write, and to the degree that they’re entertaining, they can’t possibly be “serious….”
What we look for in genre writing… is exactly what the critics sometimes complain about; the predictableness of a formula successfully executed. We know exactly what we’re going to get, and that’s a seductive part of the appeal. It’s why we can read genre books so quickly and in such quantity, and happily come back for more of the same by the very same author. Such books are reassuring in a way that some other novels are not.
Does that make them lesser, or just different? Probably both on occasion. But it doesn’t necessarily make them easier or less worthwhile to write.
Hold up now, a Times writer gets that genre fiction is satisfying, worthwhile, and as difficult to create as any other work of writing? That it’s not lowbrow plebian dreck? That it is very odd that the best of the genre writers aren’t more often promoted into mainstream fame?
Holy shit.
I’m especially tickled by the idea posited by McGrath’s interpretation of Updike that literary authors wish for the success of genre fiction authors, while assuming that genre authors wish for the respectability of literary fiction.
Funny enough, back when I aspired to write fiction (which I shamelessly now acknowledge is not at all my strength), I never wanted to write literary fiction. Only genre. Love me some genre fiction.

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02.09.08 at 11:18 AM