One of the most moving (and poetic) masterpieces ever written. This very small book (112 pages) had a profound effect on me, and I would submit that the same experience happens upon the reading of it by anyone else with a heart that still beats strongly in their chest.
Dealing with the imminent death of his wife, now bed-ridden, Mr. Lewis takes us on a heart wrenching journey of sorrow, guilt, and even anger. This is a collection of his actual letters and notes during the time, some more articulate than others, and others no doubt scrawled messily while in the the throes of his agony, but all of them filled with the passion and fervor of a man dying on the inside while he watches the women he loves pass away in front of him, and he is revealed here, not as the incredibly influential Christian writer he was and popular fantasy (Narnia) storyteller of his time, but as a simple man, naked and vulnerable as we all are against the uncaring touch of time and death. And so Mr. Lewis deals with a terrible situation the only way he can (to write and write and write)…He reprimands the situation, even lashes out at God in his writings at times.
But it’s not all bitterness and negativity here, no not at all. There is also fond memories and joy to be found in this book and a real message of hope when it comes down to it, for all of us who have to deal with such a loss.
I can’t recommend this book highly enough. One of my all time favorites.
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