I sort of distrust anybody’s defining what the novel is or even isn’t. I am afraid somebody would define me out of it. People have to use it for what they have to use it for, Hemingway had to test his manhood with it and V. Woolf had to make it a laboratory, and A. Huxley a place to give lectures in. Given themselves I don’t suppose any of them could have written any other way. You can criticize what they had to do with it, but you’ve got to leave the form vague enough to include them in it.
Flannery O’Connor, The Habit of Being