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The Suburbs of Hell, by Randolph Stow (Taplinger, 167 pp., $13.95)
Genre-typing has docked the tail of serious fiction but good. So grossly dependent are publishers on some identifiable market that they have forgotten (if they ever knew) how to flog a unique and idiosyncratic book. Imagine the ad department at Instant Remainder & Co. dealing with, oh, Ulysses today. What? It isn’t sci-fi, romance,
About the Author
D. Keith Mano was a TV screenwriter and author of ten books, including Take 5, recipient of the 1987 Literary Lion award, and columnist at National Review magazine for 17 years.
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The Suburbs of Hell, by Randolph Stow (Taplinger, 167 pp., $13.95)
Genre-typing has docked the tail of serious fiction but good. So grossly dependent are publishers on some identifiable market that they have forgotten (if they ever knew) how to flog a unique and idiosyncratic book. Imagine the ad department at Instant Remainder & Co. dealing with, oh, Ulysses today. What? It isn’t sci-fi, romance,
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About the Author
D. Keith Mano was a TV screenwriter and author of ten books, including Take 5, recipient of the 1987 Literary Lion award, and columnist at National Review magazine for 17 years.
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