Irrelevant thought for a day: Imagine Katherine the Great's gestating fantasy novel as a phone book, on each page a new character drifts off into a 800 word soliloquoy on how things came to be in such a deplorable state. The villain will be overcome by the sheer of mass of profundity heaped on her tortured soul.
In a sound byte generation such as the current one or a pompous, snobbish generation like that of my youth, it will be important to segregate stories into identifiable categories. But, the fact will remain constant that all fiction is fantasy, e.g., imagination unrestricted by reality, to one degree or another. Consistency would require Beowulf, The Nun's Priest's Tale, Morte de Arthur, The Inferno, Paradise Lost, The Tempest, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Gulliver's Travels, Alice Through the Looking Glass, Peter Pan, The Jungle Book, Carousel, Rip Van Winkle, Connecticut Yankee, and all the Leatherstocking tales in the fantasy section of the book store.
The problem, for me, is that young readers go into the store and find themselves funneled into a category. They won't find of any of the above mentioned tales in the fantasy section so they will never be exposed to them.
You may contend that our schools are filling this void but I wonder about that. In my youth, William Tenn was never mentioned in a classroom and the man was a teacher. Asimov, Heinlein and Clarke? Nope but Hemingway and Steinbeck, yes. And that was good for me because I read them and enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed RAH and the Good Doctor. I wonder who is being omitted these days, probably Annie Proulx because she wrote an infamous short story.
That proverbial young reader will pass by the recently released and current best seller tables to get into the good stuff but all that good stuff laying on the tables will be overlooked, to the young reader's detriment.
I can feel the note about parental supervision festering in people's minds but I would point out from age 10 on, my parents had little if any say over what I read. Mom probably saw the stuff laying around my bedroom but she never said a word and I never asked permission nor did we ever talk about it.
Am I better off for having read Henry Miller or not? Should I have picked up Laurence Durell? If I had not I would have been deprived the experience of reading the same tale from four different perspectives. As close as I ever found to that in sff was Chalker's Four Lords of the Diamond but that was even close to Durell nor did it try to be. If I had not invested time in John D. MacDonald and Tony Hillermann and Ian Fleming, would I be more or less educated in the possibilities of speculative fiction?
So, where is the eclectic taste going to come from? And if it doesn't get started, then how we will get truly inspiring sff? If you don't know the possibilities, how will you know where to experiment?
Segregating the bookstores and the libraries seems to me to be detrimental to our society's health.
Shire Lady: You know me; supernatural counts as magic.