After much debate in the writing world and on this site about literary vs entertainment. I've decided to settle it by writing a novel on the subject! --- Preston Lit who is the most literary of literary critics and master of the English language. He considers all genre fiction trite and trash. He is a highly education in multiple languages, philosophy and of course the art of writing. When he's not looking out his window and drinking tea, thinking about how his mother was mean to him. He's writing long articles on the death of the novel and literary fiction. Oh yeah Preston is British to just because. But then something magical happens or some crap and Preston is transported into the most generic cliched genre book worlds. A high fantasy, a sci-fi that doesn't make any sense breaks all laws of physics but has some neat looking space ships, a boring Superman rip off superhero story, hardboiled detective novel in the 40s, A story where a vampire must find true love and of course an erotica about the babysitter....who is totally and always is eighteen or nineteen (Says it on the back of the book) Preston must make allies with the things he once hated from a big bearded wizard to men in tights to a detective in a fedora who always gets his man, a sexy vampire and many more. Of course the erotica will be used as a device for telling more about Preston's issues with his mother. So will Preston finally come to respect genre fiction or will the sheer insanity and silliness of it make him despise all of speculative fiction even more or will his angst about it all be the death of him! --- *Sips tea* Yes it surely to be my finest literary speculative genre super ultra meg magnum opus masterpiece.