Biopunk and solarpunk and silkpunk are apparently things now. You can argue about whether or not any of these things qualify as “punk,” like people have been doing with the political implications of steampunk. Or you can go the route of electronic music and just embrace categories breaking down into more and more specific subgenres. Because I know darn well what my shtick is, I’m taking the second route.
Here are some overly-specific subgenres for a few books I’ve read in celebration of categorization.
City of Stairs: Covert spectaculesque godwave
Love is the Law: Acerbic magickal punkpunk
The Man Who Was Thursday: Theophanous quipcore
Mongrels: Familial blue-collar houndcore
My Work Is Not Yet Done: Downtempo revanchist Paxilpunk
The Scar: Puissant materialist weirdstep