Domestic fiction, like all literary genres, can be bad, and bad in an especially cloying, attenuated and dreary way. I call bad domestic novels Hallmark fiction, and I put in this category such best-selling novels as Alice Sebold’s “The Lovely Bones,” Sue Monk Kidd’s “The Secret Life of Bees” and Ann Packer’s “The Dive From Clausen’s Pier.” Even the titles seem treacly and manipulative. “The Help” teeters on the edge of this category except for the gut-wrenching back story that abusive relationships between servants and mistresses were once a normal way of life.
But domestic novels can also be majestic. A few examples: Marilynne Robinson’s “Housekeeping”; “Room” by Emma Donoghue; “I Know This Much Is True” by Wally Lamb; “Revolutionary Road” by Richard Yates; “The Slap” by Christos Tsiolkas; and pretty much anything by Trollope.
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