On how writers don’t psychologize their characters for the reader anymore:

“By the time we get to James Joyce, the author is on his own, floundering around in the thoughts of various unsavory characters. He finds himself in the middle of a world apparently without comment.” -Flannery O’Connor, on how authors no longer do the work for you. From “The Nature and Aim of Fiction.”

The direction of many of us will be more toward poetry than toward the traditional novel.

 

The Great novels we get in the future are not going to be those that the public thinks it wants, or those that critics demand. They are going to be the kind of novels that interest the novelist. And the novels that interest the novelist are those that have not already been written. They are those that put the greatest demands on him, that require him to operate at the maximum of his intelligence and his talents, and to be true to the particularities of his own vocation. The direction of many of us will be more toward poetry than toward the traditional novel.” 

– Flannery O’Connor, The Grotesque in Southern Fiction. Bold face mine.

Novels ain’t nothin’ but a thang.