James, I agree. I know the technique, just haven't heard of the term before. I'm 17 years away from writing, so that term might have popped up in that period. If it's always been there, then I missed it. Do you know what I called it back then? It's not totally accurate because it means something else, but it ball-parked it for me:
Author intrusion
Now I think the true definiton of intrusion relates to inserting one's polictical beliefs, religious leans, sexism, and many other little personal quirks. Even an awkward style in the text that flags a reader's attention is enough for the reader to stop and give pause, saying, "Ah, author, I seeeeee...youuuuuuu." Killing the suspension of disbelief also qualifies.
An author who jumps into the story in an attempt to live-it-out would also qualify (for me anyway) of a form of intrusive behavior. I know darn well when I see the author on stage in any given book, and by that I mean I can spot him/her without any question in my mind. You know who got away with this the most? Bob Heinlein. Look at his male protags. However, I was willing to gloss over it because of his strong storylines.
I've also noticed that first person singular is a very heady wine for a new and young writer. I can almost guarantee that the author will perform on stage in some degree, or in many cases, inclusively. It's true that all of us as authors shine through our hero/heroine to some degree. It's when we try to marry it to a personal incident or life crisis (really a non-fic memoir) in our lives that we end up with a manuscript that is mediocre, at best.
The truth of the matter is, unless we're serial killers, pop stars, politians, or ex-presidents, our lives and struggles are really pretty much middle-of-the-road tales, because we have all suffered the same pangs and woes.
Twenty five years ago my father and I were stepping into a cross-walk, exiting my first A-league softball game, when we were both struck down by a truck (a kid on meth). I was a cop at the time. I lived. Dad died horribly. I always thought about writing a book about this tragic affair, but realised that is was not an uncommon occurance for something to happen like this to a nobody like me. I nixed the idea, because it would have been a hard sell. That's always been the reality of publishing. Sadly, do you know where a heck of a lot of those types of tales end up. PA has got cartloads of them. And such a book can be benificial to purge the soul--but a tragic happenstance in one person's life, does not a complelling story make. There are exceptions, of course.
That's why fiction is fiction. B. Baily said it best, "Ladies and gentlemen, and children of all...ages, prepare yourselves for THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH!"
Always give em' more than they came to see. The act in the third ring pales in significance to the show's grand finale. And we must deliver, as writers, the impossible, that non-stop crescendo of wonder and amazement--a thrill ride that lifts your heart or chills your spine until, ultimately, our memories have been seared by a branding iron, and we're not ever likely to forget what we just saw/read. I liken it to a "My God, what just happened to me?" response.
Anyway, I'll shut up.
Tri