About Genres

I’m sick of them. I’ve always hated them. Is it rock, metal, or indie? Is it science-fiction, „literature“ (what in hell is that, by the way?), or mystery? Is it deconstructivism, surrealism, or impressionism?
Why must human beings always categorize things to death?
I say that’s all bullshit. For me, a good book is literature, and I don’t give a damn which category you’d put it in. All good books have common elements in them which have nothing to do with their particular genre. The point being that the genre is unimportant.
Yes, I like science-fiction, but not exclusively, and I don’t like a book just because it is science-fiction. In fact, there is not a whole lot of science-fiction I can read, because most of it is trash. The genre seems to attract lousy writers, perhaps because they think it’s a sort of free-for-all. Fantasy writers are even worse. No real-world rules, yoo-hoo! But, for Christ’s sake, that doesn’t mean the rules of good story-telling don’t apply. It doesn’t mean you can ignore logic and common sense. It doesn’t mean you can disregard style and syntax. Bad author, BAD, heel! They’ll never learn, those bloody fucking authors. Don’t trust ’em.