The current "Inside the List" column in The New York Times Book Review includes a paragraph about Jonathan Lethem, whose novel You Don't Love Me Yet was reviewed in this issue. It states blandly that "some may recall that early in his career, Lethem was often pegged as a sci-fi writer himself."
Well.
No offense meant to Lethem, who has written a number of swell books in and out of genre (and who I don't think has ever tried to pretend his SFnal writings were anything but that), but the Times once again is trying to "save" a writer from the horrible genre ghetto. Oooh, he was "pegged as sci-fi;" how horrible that must be. The Times must do their best to get those genre cooties off him.
But let's review. Lethem's first published story was "The Cave Beneath the Falls," in Aboriginal Science Fiction's Jan/Feb 1989 issue. He published other stories in F&SF, Asimov's, and Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy Magazine, among other deeply speculative outlets. His first four novels -- Gun, With Occasional Music, Amnesia Moon, As She Climbed Across the Table, and Girl In Landscape -- were all science fiction. He had a major essay of SF criticism in The New York Review of Science Fiction in 1998. (I personally remember seeing him at a SFWA Authors/Editors reception in the mid-90s at least once.) His first story collection, The Wall of the Sky, The Wall of the Eye, was science fiction.
Lethem was not "often pegged as a sci-fi writer;" he wrote science fiction. And he was damn good at it, too. He's mostly doing other things now, but that doesn't retroactively make his work not science fiction.
You Times lit-snobs, get this through your heads: there is nothing wrong with writing genre fiction. And genre fiction counts. It exists, it's real, and it's often better than the stuff you pretend is the only fiction published. You'd be better off if you'd just shut up about things like this, since you refuse to even try to understand them.