Since the mid-1990s postmodernism has been repeatedly declared dead. This article argues that those death notices have been premature. Postmodernism is still with us, both in its unadulterated form, and in fascinating combinations with other modes of narration. This interweaving of postmodern techniques with realist, modernist, magical realist or other modes resists easy theorization. That should, however, not stop us from recognizing the role that postmodernism plays in the sort of free narration that the novels in question represent and propagate.