That’s it. Look at a list of Pulitzer prize winners, and you’ll get a list of the very best of these books and their authors. Read enough of them, and patterns should emerge. I think I have a couple new ones that we’ve missed so far.
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Long philosophical digressions
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The setting is the here and now
More clear conventions of the genre, it seems to me. I have a very strong feeling that any doubters of these “literary” conventions just haven’t looked carefully enough. If the goal of lit-fic is to be outside every other genre, then I would guess most of them obviously fail. How could they be outside genre, when so many of them ape all of the others in so many ways? Take #10, that almost all the newly published books shelved under the “literature” heading in bookstores are about the present-time and real places. Sometimes you get one set in the not-too-distant future, like David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest, but I don’t think you’d ever get a book set 10,000 years from now. Cormac McCarthy might be an important exception (e.g. Blood Meridian, which is a historical novel, and The Road, set in the not-too-distant-but-nevertheless-post-apocalyptic future; this second book is incidentally one of the first science-fiction Pulitzer Prize winners, though it isn’t shelved with sci-fi and fantasy). He seems to be a rarity, though.
And, as Baldwin notes, it might be accurate to claim that the goal of lit-fic is “Beautiful, lyrical, descriptive, soaring, penetrating, illuminating prose begging to be savored over and over”, but I doubt Exapno, with his experience in the industry, would dare assert that most of the books shelved under “literature” actually achieve this goal. I’d say lit-fic books have a higher batting-average here than “genre fiction” books do, but it seems a bit much to characterize it as a convention. On preview, I notice that Mr. Mapcase’s post was a response to Gestalt’s, and might’ve been a bit tongue in cheek.
So to try to head off squabbling: I think it’s better to have dispassionate descriptions of the genre instead of criticisms. This
isn’t helpful. I’m sure plenty of lit-fic books could be accurately described as painful and pompous, but there’s also a lot of beautiful stuff, too, even if you don’t like the style. As I asked in the OP, let’s keep the complaints out of this.
I kinda like the idea behind Dorkness’s “mimetic” idea, but I don’t think that it’s entirely accurate. The convention of the unhappy ending in lit-fic weighs pretty heavily against it being an accurate reflection of reality. Sometimes things work out for the best in the real world, but you probably wouldn’t know it from reading most of these books. Even the observation that everyone must eventually die isn’t such a downer unless you’re naturally pessimistic enough to treat it that way. And frankly, there are lots of rules for narratives that simply don’t correspond too well to reality. Still, calling these books “mimetic” instead of “literary” appeals to me. The ostensible goal is to reflect reality, but they never quite get there.
My goal in all this, by the way, is to start comparing the list of conventions we make with any actual “literary” (or “mimetic”) books I read to see how well these characterizations of ours actually hold up. I think that any fair study would thoroughly obliterate any suggestions that these works somehow dodge genre conventions, but it’s worth testing first hand now that I have more reading time available than I did before.
I think it’ll be a pleasant exercise.