A good draw-you-in-keep-you-up-all-night-reading sort of book. One meets members of the Inklings, not from the perspective of their writings, so much as from the new and fresh perspective of the main character of the novel, Tom. Through Tom's eyes, London, C.S. Lewis, Charles Williams, Professor Tolkien, and others, become familiar in way that lends a great deal of charm to the story. It's a masterfully written mystery, laced through (as all good mysteries are) with wit, wry humor, suspense, philosophical questions of cosmic importance, and, of course, romance.
Following is a humorous quote, a tasty sample, without being too much of a spoiler:
"Yes, it is a vast topic," said Dyson, "a subject for endless argument, if you're not careful. I agree with the old wisdom: 'When pain is to be borne, a little courage helps more than much knowledge, a little human sympathy more than courage, and the least tincture of the love of God more than all.' "
"Well said", boomed Lewis. "That cuts right to the heart of the matter. Who wrote that?"
Tom saw several smiles around the table, though couldn't for the life of him see anything humorous in the quotation.
"Really, Dyson", continued Lewis. "It sounds so familiar. Is it Augustine? Boethius?"
"That is Mr. C.S. Lewis", Williams explained with a grin. "Forthcoming book of his called The Problem of Pain. He's been reading it to us on Thursday nights."
Everyone around the table laughed--even Lewis, who, already ruddy, actually blushed a shade redder.
"How is it", asked Tolkien, "that you can remember everyone's writings verbatim except your own?"
Everyone laughed again and then paused to catch their breath. "Really, though," whispered Lewis slyly, "it was well said, wasn't it?"
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