Tristram Shandy is a novel about what we expect novels to be. Through Tristram's unorthodox storytelling, plot dissolves into digressions (“take them out of this book … you might as well take the book along with them”); linear storytelling proves impossible; and the individuality of characters turns out to be a matter of bizarre private fixations, hobbyhorses. Tristram Shandy is the story of Tristram Shandy as Robinson Crusoe is the story of Robinson Crusoe, but even the seemingly simple structuring of the novel as a fictional autobiography turns out to be vastly more complicated than it sounds when Tristram tells the reader in his fourteenth chapter that he has been writing for six weeks and hasn't managed to get himself born yet. On the face of it, Tristram Shandy is so eccentric a work that it may be reckless to try and make it stand for anything other than itself; still, thinking about Tristram Shandy in relation to the rise of the novel can be illuminating for the very reason that our expectations are so brazenly thwarted at every stage.