The Genre Conundrum

Bouchercon, the international mystery writers convention, has just finished a four-day run in Minneapolis. Very interesting, panels on 80+ topics. I attended several, including one on techno-thrillers. Yet again, the genre I live in has shifted.

Ten years ago, my fiction genre was thriller. My stories checked the traditional boxes: Large, maybe world-spanning problem, typically discovered by an individual, usually a non-professional. Fast paced story in which reader knows both the protagonist’s and the antagonist’s thoughts and the question is not so much Whodunit? (as in Mystery) as it is Who will prevail? (as in Suspense).

Gone Girl had been published, and someone in marketing at Gillian Flynn’s publisher had slapped Thriller on the cover despite the lack of almost anything thrilleresque about the book. But it is a good book, and it sold. So over the following decade, many books became thrillers and the definition of thriller collapsed to “fast-paced.”

I watched that happen and adjusted my queries to be “thriller/suspense.” The addition of Suspense recognized that my thrillers had characters with wants, needs, fears.

There is so much writing about technology now that thriller has grown whiskers (aka sub-genres). I think I learned at Bouchercon that my first book, Fatal Score, and all my other manuscripts except Skins and Bone are techno-thrillers.

If my friend Carl Brookins reads this, he will take the opportunity to peel a layer or two of my skin off next time we meet at the critique group Crème de la Crime. “Rogers, how the hell many times do I have to tell you, genre doesn’t matter. Readers don’t give a damn about genre. Totally unnecessary.” Of course, Carl is a many times published mystery writer, so he can ignore genre. I can’t ignore genre, because the query letters I send hoping to snare an agent or publisher demand that the genre be named. So what used to be a comfortable definition is now a crap shoot. Next letter … maybe thriller/suspense? Techno-thriller? Crypto-techno-thriller?  Damn.

Two Books

I am fortunate to be in writing groups with some great writers.  Two of them have published books recently.

If the Dead Could Speak, by Tim Mahoney.  (Goodreads, Amazon)

Great noir mystery set in St. Paul Minnesota before Minnesota Nice was in style.  If you like historical fiction, you’ll like this.  Fast-paced Mystery? Ditto.  Lovable losers nicely drawn? Ditto.  Aw, heck.  Give it a read.  Tim is an editor by trade and a fine writer.

Fifty Shades of Prey, by John Sandfraud (?) (Goodreads, Amazon)

It’s a long short story … almost novella.  It’s got fifty shades of gray (without the lubricious details).  It’s got John Sandford plot and character development (if that’s the word).  What’s more to want?  Sandfraud, who chooses to remain anonymous, is a fine writer who gives you witty, acerbic asides and fast pacing.  If you’re a Sandford lover (the prey series, Lucas Davenport), you’ll get a lot of chuckles; if you don’t like Sandford, guffaws. If you’re a guy, you’ll squirm as you read about your Inner Matron; if you’re a gal … well, what do I know? I’m still tied in knots (laughter AND agony) by the Inner Matron.

I happen to know the fraudster has at least two good novels stored away waiting for a perspicacious agent.