Later tonight, I'm recording an episode of
The Incomparable with Jason Snell, Scott McNulty, Paul Weimer, and Fred Kiesche. We'll be discussing the Nebula Awards novel finalists, and among the topics I intend to bring up is the fact that I have been bouncing off of novels hard lately.
In the last few months, I've increasingly become weary of novels over 300 pages, and even more weary of novels exceeding 500. Part of this comes from experience: over and over, I'll pick up a novel of that length and come to the realization that it should have been cut down by 30% to avoid bloated side stories. There are all kinds of reasons that a novel should be trimmed, from excessive "as you know, Bob" explanations (a trait that Kim Stanley Robinson has somehow avoided in his exposition-heavy work) to simple elongations of otherwise tight narratives are pretty common. In other words, novel bloat is the primary culprit.