When I was 15, I decided that I wanted to read some C.S. Lewis. The adult books, not the Chronicles of Narnia. So I went to the [now bankrupt] Borders and picked up his thinnest book. This should be an easy place to start, I thought. That book was The Abolition of Man, and–it was not. But I read it. And then I began reading all of the other C.S. Lewis books I could find. He opened a new world for me.
I realize that most people view Lewis as a Christian apologist. I certainly benefitted from that side of his work. But our reading tastes are also similar–and he, fortunately for me, refers to a number of good authors in his works. But for Lewis, I might never have read J.R.R. Tolkien, G.K. Chesterton, or George MacDonald’s adult fantasies. For a literarily-inclined person in a non-literary household, Lewis was invaluable.
I’ve branched out since I first picked up The Abolition of Man, and I don’t intend to spend the entirety of this blog talking about Lewis, Tolkien, Chesterton, or MacDonald, although they will make their appearances. What I do intend is to offer a Christian perspective on the world of literature. Particularly that sort of literature that involves dragons, real or metaphorical, that lie just out the front door.
-A. Carroll Crowe
“And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father), full of grace and truth.”