Did you have to dissect a frog in your biology class? If science wasn't your forte, after a point, looking at the innards of an amphibian didn't further your education about the overall workings of the only body you were interested in understanding: yours or that cute guy's with the longish hair and hazel eyes or the pretty girl with the long dark curls and shapely frame.
Some writers/authors need to dissect novels to fully contemplate their "majesty", to amplify their craft, to understand the inner workings of all kinds of fiction. The fact that they must have a beginning, middle, and end is simply not enough to sustain their inquiries concerning the movement, sustenance, and dichotomy of genres, styles, voices, and methodology.
Valuable as the understanding can be, all that knowledge can also graduate - or degenerate - into facts and figures and opinions. In the end stories will be what they are, written in structures that cling to tradition or venturing into dynamic formula-breaching experiences. Either way presents wonderful opportunities for readers to engage in written words.
After a point, the dissection doesn't matter anymore. At least to me . . .
Father, you are the One who brings truth and understanding. I'm desperate for you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.