American literature has been sliced up into a score of separatist ghettos to which the novel is expected to conform. Is your book: detective; sci-fi; fantasy; vampires; horror; literary; Christian; YA; what? It's all cookie-cutter stuff, writers imitating imitators, every one of them safely in their predictable niche, nothing original anywhere to be found. Writers as cattle, each one obeying pre-ordained rules.
What happens to a novel which fits comfortably in no slot, which obeys no system rules? Which follows only the author's integrity and devotion to the values of art?
(Coming Soon: the complete 51,000-word version of THE TOWER by King Wenclas.)
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