Last winter, I was on NPR along with a couple of other people talking about books — the best books of 2014, the big titles coming up in 2015. Toward the end of the hour, the host threw us for a loop. She asked, "What was your favorite guilty pleasure this year?"
I was glad the others answered first, so that I could collect my thoughts. Guilty? What did I feel guilty about reading? I lamely offered up a Tana French murder mystery, even though I hadn't felt guilty while reading it. Actually, I had loved reading it.
But it seemed like the thing to say. You know, we should feel good (and maybe a wee bit superior) about reading the latest Francine Prose or William Gass, but we should feel guilty about reading … what? What should we feel guilty about reading? Genre fiction? Young adult books? Harry Potter?
In a recent interview with People magazine, novelist Judy Blume scoffed at the concept. "Why should I feel guilty about anything I read?" she said. "That's ridiculous. When you read, it should be a celebration."
She's right! And yet — is she completely right? Aren't there books I don't want people to know I liked? Don't some people use e-readers to hide the fact that they are reading Westerns, or soft porn?
I asked the question of some of the Star Tribune's book critics — people who pass judgment on all kinds of books. Surely they have some secret embarrassing tastes.
But most of them agreed with Blume.
"Reading shouldn't ever be associated with shame or guilt," said Kevin Canfield, "even if you've just given several hours of your life to a frothy, poorly written and cynically marketed piece of dreck."