In a recent piece in the New York Times Book Review a well known British novelist is scathing about what she calls “sloppy genre novels”.
I’m currently in Reader Mode. (I’m editing. That always sends me to reading for consolation.) Writerly reaction will have to wait.
But Facebook has shown me that several genre novelists have raised an eyebrow at this apparent attack.
The phrase is racy and moderately memorable. Memorable enough to make it into the puff paragraph, anyway. It is, alas, imprecise. Continue reading