I didn’t know there were any C.S. Lewis books I’d never read before, but apparently there was–at least one I’d never read completely! I think when I tried to read this one in the past, I was bored by the topic, because I was already convinced that miracles existed and so contemplating the topic seemed a pointless exercise. But this time, what really arrested me was that Lewis wasn’t so much arguing for miracles, as he was dismantling the illogic of the opposite point of view. Lewis I think must have been one of the clearest thinkers ever to live and also write (I don’t know about those who never wrote anything down). I marvel when I read his work, wondering whether talking to him was like reading his work. Did he just come up with the perfect, pithy words in dialogue, too, able to reduce all complex concepts into a single, all-encapsulating sentence? Or did he have to work at it, and try on multiple metaphors for size until he found just the right one to commit to pen and ink?
At any rate, because this book starts with first principles of what is knowable about the world at large, and worldviews and how they color our perceptions, it was particularly relevant for what I happen to be writing myself at the moment.
My rating: ****
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Sexual content: none
Violence: none
Political content: none
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