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In our series, My Guilty Pleasure, in which authors talk about a book or a writer they are embarrassed to love, Josh Braff remembers a cringe-inducing moment from graduate school.

Mr. JOSH BRAFF: In one of my very first classes in the MFA program at St. Mary's College, a mix of poets, novelists and short-story folk like me were asked to share the names of some of our favorite authors. The names Thomas Pynchon, Flannery O'Connor and Raymond Carver flew around the room until it was my turn to introduce my literary self to my new friends.

I like John Irving, was what I said. When I looked up, the Pynchon guy was whispering and smile-giggling. Others agreed. The hush was unexpected. J. Irving was a bad answer.

I remember clearing my throat and saying and DeLillo, of course, Joyce. This was my first lit-school lesson: Keep it to yourself if Irving is for you, a guilty pleasure, if you will, like Stephen King.

According to my literary colleagues, good fiction needed to be dense, like Faulkner-dense. But there were two characters named Quentin, and one was a girl. That's confusing. Confusion is a part of understanding literature. It is? Oh, yes.

The second lesson was the following: If you truly want to learn to write well, you'd best toss your television onto your lawn or give the literary finger to authors who wrote big books that became films or were embraced by the mediocre masses.

Oh, come on, "The Dead Zone" rocked. And what about "The World According to Garp"? You can't pooh-pooh Garp. For all I achieve in fiction, I thank John Irving and Stephen King. These authors are maestros of craft. Their characters live and breathe before, during and after the story ends.

I recall a relationship, a torrid love affair with two of Irving's characters in "The Cider House Rules." I wholeheartedly embraced the notion of texture and landscape and the power of character fragility. My guess is there's an MFA student sitting in class right now burying the fact that they've read 12 vampire novels in the past two years.

Be truthful is my advice. Take your sunglasses off inside and tell those people who you really enjoy reading. And if they smile-giggle, and a hush comes over the room, don't do what I did and lie to your classmates. Be proud of the books you've absorbed. Revel in your guilty pleasures.

SIEGEL: Josh Braff is the author of the recent "Peep Show" and "The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green." He lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. His guilty pleasure is anything written by John Irving, and you can find more guilty pleasure essays and recommendations at the Summer Books section of our website,

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