a tossed-off phrase in Robert Macfarlane’s review of Walter Mosley’s The Man in My Basement, referring to Mosley’s crime stories:
“The edges of these novels frayed into something more interesting than the mystery genre normally permits . . . “
Permits? Permits? How is it that those who disdain the crime genre always seem to have some official rulebook that its practitioners have been denied?
Lippman apologizes for “that remark about literary novelists not being able to plot” and calls for “a truce among writers, whatever their chosen genres.”