ROBERT SIEGEL, host:
Rhoda Janzen is the author of "Mennonite in a Little Black Dress: A Memoir of Going Home." When we asked her to write an essay for our series My Guilty Pleasure, in which authors talk about a book they're embarrassed to love, she picked a real winner, a book with terrible prose and a plot line that revolves around cannibalism, the Apocalypse and ruby laser rings.
Ms. RHODA JANZEN (Author, "Mennonite in a Little Black Dress: A Memoir of Going Home"): Once when I was 9, my Mennonite mother busted me for reading during a spectacularly dull sermon that looped around and around, like one of those Hindenburg bees. I had smuggled in a tasty book from the adult section of the church library. Of course I knew that my mother wouldn't want me reading it, but it was too exciting to put down. Salem Kirban's "666," helpfully subtitled "A Thrilling Best-Seller on the Tribulation," told the portentous tale of a believer named George, who had accepted Jesus into his heart. In evangelical parlance, George was saved.
But there was a catch.
See, he'd come to conversion a tad late in the game. The punch line of "666" was that the second coming of Jesus had already happened. Jesus had returned and picked his teams, and the resulting mayhem made the early Christian martyrs look like a lot of sissy pants. I was a fan of the early Christian martyrs. They were stripped naked and savaged by tigers. But as a group, they just couldn't compete with poor George and his thrilling tribulation.
As a Mennonite, I had never heard the word rapture deployed in Kirban's hushed apocalyptic sense. This book confirmed how very much I'd been missing in my sheltered Mennonite life: Antichrist, cannibalism, global famine, apocalyptic doom - what's not to love? Our friend George took a postulant 666 brand to the forehead and was forced to subsist on protein cakes made from the corpses of other tardy believers.
How could I possibly have put this book down to sit through a windy sermon in which cannibalism wouldn't even be mentioned? I therefore concealed "666" in my Bible and bowed my head over it, as if in prayer. I hoped that people would think I was a meditative child, with no unwholesome interest in protein cakes.
When I read "666" again as a grownup, I still had a good time. The sheer overwhelming badness of the prose was deeply satisfying - the shifting point of view, the character development of the Antichrist, the weird science involving ruby laser rings. There was even an inexplicable photograph of a crowd of people waving brooms. I don't know about you, but I like this kind of teaser. What are the brooms for? Are they brandishing the brooms in anger? Or did Jesus and the raptured Christians leave a lot of leftover rubbish, as at the movie theater? That's good stuff.
Eschatology is maybe the worst literary genre of all time, but it's still my guilty pleasure. I read it furtively on airplanes. You've got to do something these days on airplanes, because they don't even give you a cracker, let alone a protein cake.
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SIEGEL: Rhoda Janzen is the author of "Mennonite in a Little Black Dress: A Memoir of Going Home." Her choice for My Guilty Pleasure is "666" by Salem Kirban. And you'll find more guilty pleasures, book reviews and recommendations at our website, npr.org.
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