BOOKS DISCUSSED IN THIS ESSAY
HarperCollins, 168 pp., $22.95
Knopf, 591 pp., $26.95
Pantheon, 260 pp., $23.00
Oxford University Press, 346 pp., $24.95
St. Martin's, 263 pp., $21.95
Princeton University Press, 916 pp., $99.50
Princeton University Press, 950 pp., $99.50
Oxford University Press, 502 pp., $45.00
What good is the novel, the long story told in prose? Hegel called the contingent, the everyday, the mutable, 'the prose of the world,' as opposed to 'the spiritual, the transcendent, the poetic.' 'Prosaic' can mean plain, ordinary, commonplace, even dull. Prose fiction, historians of the novel tell us, has had to struggle against the sense of being a second-rate genre. Heidegger said that 'novelists squander ignobly the reader's precious time.' In late-eighteenth-century Britain, when large numbers of badly written popular novels were being published, 'only when entertainment was combined with useful instruction might the novel escape charges of insignificance or depravity.'
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