THE READING LIST OF A BEAUTIFULLY DOOMED MIND #2

HOW I RUINED MY SANITY WITH BOOKS

I have my own genre. I am deliberately arbitrary in my writing. Even when I tried to categorize my first book under it, publishers were afraid to take the risk. I was excited to name my first, second, third, and fourth books under this new classification—but why are people so afraid to create (or break the rules) and define their own place in literature? I know many afraid— and rules, like corpses, are embalmed in tradition. When someone creates a new genre, it’s not just a category shift; it’s an existential threat to the perceived "order of meaning" in literature. Though Kafka didn’t set out to invent a genre, his works (especially The Metamorphosis and The Trial) birthed what we now call Kafkaesque—a labyrinthine, suffocating state of bureaucratic absurdity. another example with Naked Lunch, Burroughs shredded literary convention…