The novel is dead – again. And this time, it's women who have murdered it | Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett
No one wants to make the Great White Male Novelist extinct - they just want more diversity in publishing
The novel has died again. I’ve been baited into reading yet another obituary, this time written by the Secret Author (a “former professor of English and creative writing at a leading British university”) who , in the Critic magazine, the decline of serious novels about middle-class morals and God, in favour of those focusing on “identity politics”. Sally Rooney and Zadie Smith are cited as the writers who symbolise this supposed decline. It did not escape my notice that these writers happen to be women, while the literary God-botherers of the past have tended to be men. Over the years, the novel has died
