So you filled your hands

I am a sucker for the Huffington Post. It's a great timesuck, especially when you're looking for some way to escape that last hour or so before the workday ends. (Not that I'm not a conscientious employee.) I had to laugh when I saw this list of the 15 most overrated authors in contemporary literary fiction. Even though I recognize that the reviewer is pretty much just spitting out personal vitriol at an industry that he can't seem to escape, it sort of reconfirms to me why I like genre writing. (Although I will speak up in defense of Everything Is Illuminated. I thought I would loathe that book, given that wunderkinds [wunderkinder?] set my teeth on edge, but it turned out to be one of my favorites.)

I'll say this, reading this screed actually makes me want to try experimenting more with style. Often I write with a pretty straightforward narrative voice. It couldn't hurt to push myself in terms of form too.