Literary Agents, Publishers, Retailers and Libraries (seem to) prefer one elected Genre although I note in earlier years often a book was catalogued with several Categories
- I love the smell of books, the feel of them in my hands. And I can turn pages back to a great turn of phrase or idea I marked with a satin ribbon.
Is multiple-cataloguing unique to non-fiction like Byron Akyanoglu’s The Taste of Honey, Peter Thompson’s Pacific Fury, Sandra Lee’s The Promise?
But Rafik Schami’s fiction, The Calligrapher’s Secret, lists four Categories.
* Have I made a mistake to include the Sub-Categories as Genre?
I suppose that came with reading mountains of non-fiction. And then, coming to grips with Tags for Posts!
I understand for Bookshops it’s a million dollars easier to stick a book in one particular place. That’s logical. Modern people are for speed, efficiency. No time to waste. So what if a story easily fits “Sub-Categories”!
For A Greek Matinée, I had chosen Contemporary Fiction as the Genre (see my post of two years ago while I was immersed in writing my manuscript: Contemporary Fiction, Genre – A Perspective, and considering A Greek Matinée ). The story is set in contemporary times with characters who are thrown together on a journey, swivelling through personal and social problems. Boundaries were extended to incorporate a tale running in tandem where the ancient characters face their own difficulties and complications.
Computerisation? Tags? Meta-tags? Reading a book on a luminous screen? Every day life becomes more complicated. Eyes glue to screens. Bums get bigger.
Hours spent browsing in sizeable establishments with books shelved floor to ceiling are much a thing of the past. But,
I love the smell of books. The feel of them in my hands.
I can turn pages back to a great turn of phrase or idea I’d marked with a satin ribbon; keep my finger where a map clearly shows where the story has moved to like in Harry Sidebottom’s Warrior of Rome (“a rollicking page-turner”), Christian Cameron’s Tyrant series (great action story) and Giles Milton’s White Gold– all great reads and the non-fiction Along the Enchanted Way by William Blacker.
But soon, I’ll enter a magical bookshop in Romania, Cărturești Carusel http://carturesticarusel.ro — “The prettiest bookshop in Romania” — a restored 19th Century building confiscated during the Communist Period but in 1990 returned to the Chrissoveloni family who were in possession of it in 1903. The bookshop spreads over six levels totaling 1000sqm. It is open 1000-2200 – great idea the late closing hour for booklovers!, when the world recovers from the present crisis. I was booked to go this year (2020) but now all flights and stuff of course have been postponed.
Keep safe everybody. Love and respect is key.
And now it’s 2021 and still the world trembles and, we’re not permitted overseas travel, we’re, rightly for our protection, locked in our state. Oh yes, we can travel to NSW or Victoria where their cases of the dread disease are skyrocketing, but we will not be able to get back into Queensland our home – without rare special permits, lengthy delays, seemingly never… and if we are lucky to cross borders, we’re whipped, rightly, into quarantine.