Is there any place for a blog about the hyperspace (?hype-space) between literary and genre fiction when you can (and should) Google “Michael Chabon on genre fiction” and read it? Like much in this life, I don’t know.
But I live in that space and would love to have you explore it with me. I will try to avoid ranting (DON’T get me started on Cormac McCarthy), will occasionally gush (OMG the opening paragraph of Martin Cruz Smith’s Polar Star!!), and will probably offend. (I have lived in so many worlds for so long and can fumble around in so many languages, I often forget that I hold a valid passport in only one, little-old-hetero-XX-WASP-lady.)
Please be patient with me as others may never have been patient with you. And let’s have a little fun. That’s the best thing about the pendentive between genre and literary fiction (other than as proof that you can get a square peg in a round hole). It’s a curved space where you can learn from a new perspective with, at least for a little while, a safe wall at your back.