Why yet more books about Nazis and the future make my heart sink | Sam Leith | Opinion | The Guardian

Publishing micro-genres have always been with us. Remember, in the wake of Longitude, that late-1990s run of biographies of inanimate objects? Or the still barely abated torrent of abuse memoirs that followed A Child Called It? More recently the success of Robert Macfarlane has produced a flowering of "new nature writing"; the prominence of H Is for Hawk spawned a nature-writing/mental-health hybrid; wild swimming books went, briefly, wild; and the efforts of Henry Marsh, Adam Kay and Paul Kalanithi mean that everyone who has ever donned surgical scrubs now seems to be writing a book about it.