Ill Read Genre (As Long as Its Foreign) A Story of Snobbery

Ill Read Genre (As Long as Its Foreign) A Story of Snobbery I recently paid a visit to Fountain Bookstore in Richmond, Virginia, where I purchased the South Korean literary mystery Please Look After Mom   by Kyung-sook Shin on the recommendation of the bookstores owner, Kelly Justice. While I was in the store, Kelly also recommended the Japanese crime novel The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashi, which I quickly added to my Im Allowed to Buy This Book Once I Finish the Twenty Books Waiting to be Read on my Nightstand list. Im so excited about reading these books in a way I am rarely (if ever) excited about reading literary mysteries and crime novels. And then it hit me. The operative phrases arent mystery and crime, theyre Japanese and South Korean. Im a little bit of a snob and Im okay with the internet at large knowing this. In bookstores, as I pass by romance, mysteries, thrillers, chick lit, dick lit, and YA, I tilt my head, narrow my eyes, and open my mouth ever so slightly, the international facial   expression of mean girls everywhere. I judge these genres and I judge them hard. I remind you that this is a two way street here, and I welcome you to judge me back. I read literary fiction, narrative non-fiction with sociological leanings, essays and poetry. Im the no-fun English major library mouse who read in my dorm study lounge while everyone else got drunk at frat house jungle-themed parties and made out on rooftops under the stars and jumped the fence of the university pool and went swimming   in their underwear and all the other fun things I imagine everyone else was doing while I was reading in my dorm study lounge. I judge genre UNTIL it becomes foreign genre and then all of a sudden Im like BOOM! Bring on the Dutch Chick Lit. Ka-pow! Bam, bam, yes, maam, I am ALL ABOUT South African YA. A bodice-ripping romance novel from Bolivia? Lock and load, its go time. Note that I basically just made up these sub-genres. But if they exist, I am so much more likely to read them than their Born in the USA counterparts. I can try to give   myself the benefit of the doubt. If a foreign genre book makes it into American translation, if enough readers over there made publishers think enough readers would want to read that book over here,   its got to have some kind of literary superpowers to make it across continents and oceans. This argument quickly falls apart, though, as I   think of all the bestselling American commercial fiction I DONT want to read. This isnt a numbers game. This is a nose-in-the-air-stick-up-my-you-know-what-snob-snob-snobbery game between me, my credit card, and the publishing industry. The foreign factor gives these genres something my reading sensibilities feel is lacking. Im not saying these genres ARE lacking. Keep your pants on, people. Im saying theyre lacking for me. There is a silver lining to my snot-nosed ways and thats this: I wouldnt read genre AT ALL if I wasnt reading imports. What made Girl with the Dragon Tattoo an enjoyable read for me wasnt the mystery, it was how fing Swedish those books are. I listened to them on audiobook, which was a bonus treat, as I could not get enough of the narrator saying Blomkvist and Wennerstrom, that ish was like ear candy for me. Im a bit of a girl adventurer; my caked-with-sweat-and-dirt-and-who-knows-what-else backpackers backpack sits in the corner of my closet, always waiting to be packed. A foreign book feels like an almost-trip to whatever country it was written in. An almost-adventure, if you will. And an almost-adventure, well that transcends both genre and my iron-clad snobbery. And Im more than okay with that. Sign up to Unusual Suspects to receive news and recommendations for mystery/thriller readers. Thank you for signing up! Keep an eye on your inbox.