In the day of books like The Time Traveler's Wife, I find myself regularly questioning where Urban Fantasy stops and Literature begins. Given what I know of urban fantasy, for example (admittedly not much -- Dresden Files, plus some browsing in the bookstore), I doubt an agent who specialized in UF would see John Crowley's "Little, Big" as typical of their client list, though it interweaves masterful sense of place (between upstate New York & Manhattan) with magic, fairies, prophecy, astrology, and one of the most deft interrelationships of myth and human character that I've seen. What about Bulgakov's "Master and Margarita"? The devil wanders around Stalinist Moscow, cheerfully destroying the minds of those he encounters in a hilarious fashion, all the while conspicuously failing to reach the levels of horror implicit in the political events taking place around him: imagine a deeper, more honest Terry Pratchett if Pratchett's life had been destroyed by Stalin. Urban, check, fantastical, check, but urban fantasy? What about Salman Rushdie's "Satanic Verses," with its setting in London and urban India and its madcap mythicism? My sense, based on the books I've seen self-identified as UF, is that few UF readers would recognize any of these three as Urban Fantasy, or at least as "their" urban fantasy. Am I correct? If so, where's the line? If not, whence this perception? (It's possible that I'm just a fool.)