In Genette’s classic definition, metalepsis is an intrusion of one diegetic level into another. The question of who is narrating, who can narrate, who is a reliable narrator and at what point we are in the outermost diegetic level that we fondly or hopefully think of as reality has become a serious one.
There once was a man from Nantucket, or one relation between rhyming, joking, and narrating
There once was a man from NantucketWhose life was a sham. It was muck. ItWas froth of the seaWhere he'd tried to be free
Against Narratives II
Are we all so “bovarisés” that we cannot understand our lives without reconstructing the smallest “episode” into a short story?