Not really a rant, just a mild grump… This thread got me thinking about novel lengths. The novel is, in my view, best defined as “a prose fiction of some length”, but the market today (especially the fantasy market) seems increasingly to adopt the definition “a prose fiction of such length that you need both hands just to lift the sucker.” I am inclined to wonder if this is a good thing.
I’m a great believer in the idea that a story should be as long as it needs to be. Stories hacked down by cost-conscious editors or ruthlessly condensed for the Readers’ Digest generally disappoint me… but so do stories inflated to many times their natural length by huge volumes of piffle. But it seems mine is a minority opinion - heck, the sheer length of some books is seized on by the sales people; Mary Gentle’s Ash, for instance, was marketed as “the longest fantasy novel ever written”.* Why is this necessarily a good thing? I mean, I don’t enjoy much success, going up to women in bars and saying “Hi, baby! I weigh twice as much as Brad Pitt!”
“Ah,” you say, “but, Steve, what makes you larger than Brad Pitt is a huge amount of unsightly padding.”
“Fine,” I say. “And this distinguishes me from the average modern fantasy novel… how, exactly?”
*[sub]To be fair, Ash, in my opinion, pretty much justifies its length.[/sub]