If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely.
I worship impersonal Nature, which is neither 'good' or 'bad', and who knows neither love nor hatred.
Many women have told me they remember where they were when they read the book, and how they felt suddenly that what they really thought or felt about things made sense.

