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The genre of thrillers and detective stories has strong appeal to deconstructural critics, to whose gimlet eyes its repetitive rituals and devices are wide open. But its more common readers generally make a more downright Johnsonian distinction between those they enjoy and the ones they don't go for. It is the simple distinction between what is convincing and what is not, what seems 'real' and what seems false or made-up. No use the literary lads telling us that it's all made-up, that the whole thing is composed not of life but of 'literariness.' We know what we like, and cling sturdily to the old distinction.
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