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book-genreOxford Literary Festival, 29 March 2014

Elizabeth Edmondson, supporting the motion.

To begin with, I dislike both these terms. Genre fiction is a nasty neologism – when did genre turn into an adjective?

I object to the term literary fiction for a different reason. It’s weasel-wording, in that it conflates lit fic with literature. It was clever, clever marketing by publishers and academics to set certain contemporary fiction apart and declare it Literature – and therefore Important, Art and somehow better than other writing. Read More


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The Villa in Italy

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