It will always be difficult to place Rathbone in literary history and genre. With a long-dead century’s convictions in his bones, he was yet a post-modernist demolishing every constrictive influence on fiction and tuning his books to the dialogue between playfulness and seriousness. Not surprisingly, he looked at art as subversive and frivolous. But his artistic frivolity is deadly serious. Regardless of how literary history treats him, if the novel can only be about itself and yet be a universe unto itself, then Rathbone’s works examine themselves and also confirm our Bakhtinian belief in polyphony.