In some ways, Frankenstien is a great metaphor for D&D, but I'll go with a cooking one, something like gumbo. Gumbo doesn't taste much like anything it's composed of. D&D doesn't taste much like romantic literature or Homeric epics or Tolkein or Star Wars. You can pick bits out here and there, and some less-identifiable bits, too. But it's all mixed into a pot and stewed together. You can pick out the parts you don't like, but they're gonna sell the gumbot that's popular this season -- and if a lot of pork is in, you'll get a lot of pork, and if you don't like pork, you'll have to pull it out. There's no One True Gumbo (though I'm sure I will get called on this. ), there's no archetypal Gumbo. There's no archetypal D&D genre, there's no one true D&D flavor, even D&D's own kind of flavor is more the spice that blends everything together.