In regard to magic realism, and other such drivel
Topic: literary criticism
Don't get me started on magic realism. It's just a transparent attempt on the part of those horrible neo-romantic psuedo-intellectuals to co-opt the SF 'n' F community without even trying to appreciate or understand it.
In regard to the neo-romantics and the Oprahistas: When will they understand that:
1) a plot and the unique interaction between character and setting are two of the cornerstones of a well written story. That's why its called a story instead of a memoir
2) 'authentic voice' is not requisite for a story A good writer can and should do whatever they feel necessary to write well. Being a member of a specific group does not give you any special restriction or right to write about any toher group or occurence. Granted, there are people who abuse this by appropriating other voices and then abusing them for money. And also there are more than a few well-meaning fools who make dumb mistakes when they try to write about things they don't (I won't say can't) understand. However, neither of these validate the so-called "Write-what-you-know" approach. Enforcing such a thing only dampens creativity and emphasizes boundaries that would better be forgotten.
3) Speaking of "Write-what you-know," I've notice a disturbing trend to view autobiographies (of anyone other people with really eventful lives) as something other uncreative drivel. Yes, I know you have a life story. Yes, it had many tragic events. Yes, the government is a hegemonic cabal of evil white guys, that, due to its racism/classism/sexism/antisemitism/homophobia/insanedrugpolicy/any-combination-of-those-traits ruined any chance your pathetic life might have for even a moment of happiness. GET OVER YOURSELF!!! THAT STORY COULD APPLY TO, literally, MILLIONS OF PEOPLE!!! Why do think your whining makes an interesting book? If you managed to be happy, good for you. If you didn't, it isn't the fault of me, or, since I'm working class, any of my ancestors. Why, more to the point, do you think having a tragic life makes you anything other than a hack. Talent is spread more or less randomly, and, even then, it usually takes even a gifted author years to rise above mediocrity. Why should your tragic little tome not apply to this basic and logical concept. Even if find some solace in writing such a thing, which does seem reasonable, why, if you're authentic and persecuted like you assure us you are, why would you want the resultant memoirs published? Why would anyone publish them, if your class/race/gender/religion/sexual preference/addiction/whatever is so universally despised? Or are you just appropriating the voice of millions of people, who, just because you share some topical characteristics with them, you feel fully entitled to degredate them further by portraying them as talentless and victimizable and screwed-up as you are; and all for your own personal gain. The only type of person worse than you is the filth that would buy your book. Don't give me any of that nonsense about "showing such-and-such being about written with 'authentic voice' (that is, by a such-and-such), is inherently good, because it gives validation to all the such-and-suches out there, who never see themselves reflected in the 'hegemonic Rich/White/Male/Straight/non-practicing-Protestant/sober/whatever literature.'" In addition to the inherent problem I have with the idea that someone can only really emphasize with someone who looks and talks like them, which the validation concept seems to rely on, to some extent; I just can't bring myself to believe that people would really sooner identify with a real-life self-effacing hack who looks like them than an interesting and relevant fictional character that exists for the sole purpose of being related to, but who has a slightly different background. If that kind of reasoning makes sense, then my everlowering estimation of humanity is still far to high. (I assume everyone who writes like that is a hack because they can't think of something original, or they would be writing an 'enhanced autobiographical novel' instead of a strict autobiography.  I know they're self-effacing, or they wouldn't write about being victims.)
Seriously, if I have to read even one more skreed about yet another dirt-poor lesbian (who happens to be a coked-out creole-speaking Jew of color who grew up in a part of the south unfairly characterized as particularly intolerant before being abused by everymember of her family, running away at a young age and turning to a life of crime and degredation in New York City, before eventually fleeing to some random second-world country and eventually find some solace in a twisted relationship with the barmaid at the local club med who is twenty-five years her junior, on even more drugs, and suffering from fetal alcohol syndrome  and reflecting back on how all evil in the world, past, present, or future, can be blamed on American men.) I will scream, vomit, and then jump of a five-story building. This kind of stuff isn't literature, and it shouldn't make anyone feel good. It just perpetuates mindless stereotypes, lowers literary standards, and makes money for some greedy expatriate who probably doesn't need it. What it does is serve the purpose of 'emotional pornography.' That is, they make stupid and shiftless house-wives  feel good about themselves for empathizing with people they feel guilty for hating.
So, back to magic realism, it is just appropiating the culture and acheivements of an ostracized and frequently over-looked segement of the population for the gain of greedy and ignorant outsiders; namely the science-fiction-writing-american.
 of course, Oprah would kill them if they were caught
 this is edited so, while still being technically accurate, it seems less sordid
 Is there any other kind? Real people work for a living.