Sunday, August 13, 2006
Genre analysis. Perhaps this is the criterion of greatness in literature: works which transcend their genre are those which are truly great. Most of the great novels seem to use their genre as some sort of sounding board and then spin out from there in ever widening circles; or they take several genres and conflate them. Two alternatives. Either this means that genre studies are an inadequate way of looking at the problem: the perfectly delineated work within the boundaries of one clean genre perhaps does not exist except as a theoretical model (I suspect this may be so); or it has vanished from the canon, sunk into obscurity by the purity of its own bloodline. The novel is an inherently omnivorous genre, devouring all other genres to create a mix, a vacuum which sucks everything in of necessity according to the logic of its own rules.