With respect to the word 'genre' I thought, "character driven, comedic, transgressive fiction with biographical under currents and hints of raw unapologetic angst." And because I am a pompous ass, or pompous arse depending on perspective, who is also hopeless at spelling, the issue of what transgressive fiction might mean in the description of a genre will require study. I do know that all things in this world beyond mine essentially have to live on a shelf, so that they can be isolated and if necessary contained. The shelves of 'transgress' are for things that step across lines. And some of those things, some may consider rather disgusting and probably unhygienic.
The word 'comedic' separated by a comma from the word 'transgressive' might go
some way to separate the humble "Halibut's End Story" from something like
Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" or D. H. Laurence's "Lady Chatterley's Lover," where
the nature of the transgression is in 2014 perhaps a little less apparent than
it was in the 1930's, 40's and 50's. But then there's the shelf of 'Comedy'
which as I understand, has its root in the idea of inducing laughter, rather
than wails of anguish. And as we all know what might induce laughter in the odd
isolated individual could well produce nothing much more than a yawn of
confusion in another.