Geoff Dyer knows no boundaries, especially when it comes to genre, and that’s what makes him such a fascinating author to follow. He’s written fiction and nonfiction—without revealing which is which—about taking drugs in Southeast Asia, jazz, photography, and even women in sundresses, and now has a book out about life aboard an aircraft carrier. At the LA Review of Books, Jordan G. Teicher has a long and interesting interview with Dyer. On the topic of the death of the novel, Dyer says:
I feel it’s not so much that the novel is dying. I just know that for me as a reader it’s not what I’m in the market for these days. Quite often there can be a really, really good novel, and I realize it’s just not what I want from a reading experience, and increasingly it’s not what I want as a writer either. So I’m reluctant to pronounce the death of the novel. I’d be much more confident saying I’ve drifted away from it in the same way I’d say I’ve drifted away from going to trance parties. I wouldn’t feel so confident about announcing trance is dead. It might well be, but I wouldn’t know.