The Independent’s recent article christening yet another genre – Hic Lit (drinking memoirs) – got us thinking about what’s left and what’s to come, and we decided to get out ahead of as many remaining “lits” as possible:

Brick Lit – Back-breaking tomes.  (See Infinite Jest, Rising Up and Rising Down.)

Schtick Lit – Footnotes, characters named for colors, and other look-at-me machinations.  (See Special Topics in Calamity Physics and, again, Infinite Jest.)

Slick Lit - Polite, correct fiction, polished to a high sheen.  (See Bridge of Sighs.)

Hick Lit – The fiction of Richard Ford  (See A Multitude of Sins)

Lick Lit - Sapphic fiction.  (See Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.)

Nick Lit - Books stolen from other books.  (See How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life)

Prick Lit - Novels written by (Insert the Angry Young Literary Man of your choice.)  Also novels with unpleasant protagonists.  (See Lolita and the fiction of Richard Ford.)

Sick Lit - Novels calculated to shock or revolt.  (See Fight Club)

Thick Lit - Tales of the weight-challenged.  (See She’s Come Undone.)

Vick Lit - Novels of animal cruelty.  (See Julius Winsome.)

Quick Lit - Novels turned out with alarming frequency.  (See His Illegal Self, and Oates, Joyce Carol.)

Pretty funny…  Any they forgot?