Tuesday September 9th 2014 Tim
With respect to the
word 'genre' I thought, "character
driven, comedic, transgressive fiction with biographical
under currents and hints of raw unapologetic angst." And
because I am a pompous ass, or pompous arse depending on
perspective, who is also hopeless at spelling, the issue
of what transgressive fiction might mean in the
description of a genre will require study.
I do know that all things in this world
beyond mine essentially have to live on a shelf, so that
they can be isolated and if necessary contained.
The shelves of 'transgress' are for things that step
across lines. And some of those things, some may
consider rather disgusting and probably unhygienic.
The word 'comedic'
separated by a comma from the word 'transgressive' might go
some way to separate the humble "Halibut's End Story" from
something like Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" or D. H.
Laurence's "Lady Chatterley's Lover," where the nature of
the transgression is in 2014 perhaps a little less apparent
than it was in the 1930's, 40's and 50's. But then there's
the shelf of 'Comedy' which as I understand, has its root in
the idea of inducing laughter, rather than wails of anguish.
And as we all know what might induce laughter in the odd
isolated individual could well produce nothing much more
than a yawn of confusion in another.