I've always felt just a teeny-tiny twinge of guilty pleasure whenever I plunge into a work of fiction. Especially if it's a huge novel.
I'm sure this is some combination of Puritan work ethic and residual "time of the end" JWism. The same Father who never let us kids sleep in and "waste our lives away" would probably also have said "Life is too short to waste on fiction" if he'd ever given it any serious thought.
Ann Patchett, author of "Bel Canto", (which I've yet to read) just released me of any fiction-reading guilt. She was being interviewed on NPR this morning and was asked about people who only read Non-Fiction and also, whether the novel will ever die out as a literary form.
She had an interesting take on it I thought.
Her response was that both the writing and the reading of a novel is an act of empathy. It takes an investment of time and emotional energy to put ourselves into the life of another person.
I liked that. Now I can feel all noble about it.
Open Mind