C.S. Lewis Man of Letters
A Reading of His Fiction
At last! A book about C. S. Lewis that doesn’t sound like a term paper, a book that is a joy to read, a book written with Lewis’ own passionate power with words, Mercurial magic. At last a book that shows us things we didn’t see or appreciate in Lewis before, instead of trotting out a recital of the obvious things we did see (unless we were morons).
At last a book that looks along Lewis rather than merely at him; a book that looks at something far more important than Lewis: his world, which is also our world because it is the real world.
So far the plethora of Lewisiana has illustrated two maxims: that inflation cheapens value and that the more interesting the author, the duller the books about him. To see the first maxim, all you need do is live in America. During inflation, the ”value of gold soars. We are living through a Lewis inflation, and here is some gold.
For the second maxim, first read Homer, Plato, Saint Augustine, or Kierkegaard, then read any commentary you can find about them. Better yet, first read the most exciting book in the world (The Bible, of course), then read a few dozen of the thousands of astonishingly dull books about it.
Lewis is a magnificent writer, strong and soaring. But with only a few exceptions, books about him have been leaden-footed and platitudinous. Here is the most notable exception so far.”
Publisher: Ignatius Press
Author: Thomas Howard
Length: 259 pages