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I haven't read as much of C. S. Lewis's literary criticism as I have of his theological and fictional work, but I always enjoy a dip into it. And though I haven't yet read Paradise Lost, my book club may read it this year, so this was helpful preparation. As always, Lewis's work was lucid, deeply insightful, and a pleasure to read. I did find myself occasionally disagreeing with his religious points, though, which is rare for me. Let's just say that, when Dorothy L. Sayers used to say that Milton had a bit too much influence on Lewis's views of the battle of the sexes, she may have been on to something. Let us all thank heaven that Joy Gresham came along and opened his eyes to a few things. :-) Four out of five stars.

I also worked a belated Christmas present into the schedule, Why Shoot a Butler? by Georgette Heyer. This is my second Heyer mystery. I liked it, but at the same time I couldn't help noticing a marked similarity to my first Heyer mystery, Behold, Here's Poison. Heyer seems to have a weakness for conceited young lawyers with carefully concealed hearts of gold who mock the police, solve the crime, and get the girl. I rather hope this doesn't turn out to be a trend in her work. Two such characters are all right, but a whole mess of them would seem a little formulaic. That's why I had to stop reading the Brother Cadfael series: similar characters, similar romances, and even similar plots kept showing up until I felt like I was reading the same book over and over again.

Getting back to Heyer, probably her greatest weakness here is the tendency to lapse into telling instead of showing -- especially in places where she summarizes conversations instead of giving us actual dialogue. Conversely, though, when she does give us dialogue, it's one of her greatest strengths. The plot is original and strong and the characters, despite the hint of the formulaic, very good. Three-and-a-half out of five stars.

I've now started Jasper Fforde's eagerly awaited Shades of Grey. I also happen to be on the last day of Operation Book Binge. One more book in one day -- can I do it? We'll see!
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Funny thing about Madeleine L'Engle. When she's good (the Time series, The Joys of Love, Two-Part Invention), she's very, VERY good. But when she's bad . . . well, you know.

Alas, I have to place A Severed Wasp in the latter category. This is largely the fault of its protagonist, Katherine Forrester Vigneras, quite possibly the most unappealing heroine L'Engle ever wrote. In her adolescence (in The Small Rain) she wasn't so bad, but in her old age she's prickly, self-absorbed, and insufferable. And as we find out through flashbacks, her morals leave quite a lot to be desired. I don't mean to be judgmental, but I can think of few people who wouldn't be shocked and offended by what she and her husband did in the past -- and even more shocked and offended by their reasons for doing it. They had both suffered greatly during World War II, especially him, but their response to their experiences is atrocious. And the fact that L'Engle lets their actions pass pretty much without comment makes me seriously question her judgment, which makes me sad, because there really are a lot of things that I like about her. (It's not the first L'Engle book to make me do so, though; I had much the same reaction to Camilla, although what happened there wasn't quite so icky.)

All this -- although the icky part is a secret from nearly all the other characters -- makes it all the weirder that everyone Katherine meets virtually worships her from the get-go. There's this sort of mass reaction of "Just sitting here with you for five minutes has completely changed my life for the better, and just hearing your voice on the phone takes away all my fear, and here, have some tea, and have some dinner, and let me rub your back, and please may I name my firstborn child after you?" Okay, she's an astonishingly brilliant pianist, but good grief. The woman comes across like the love child of Dr. House and Mary Sue.

Frankly, it's almost a relief when, late in the book, someone confesses to hating Katherine. So naturally, it turns out that that person is sick in the head.

I won't say there aren't wonderful glimmers of insight here about the arts, family life, faith, and life in general. But the book is mostly Katherine, and that makes it, in my estimation, not a very good book. Two stars out of five.

Now I'm reading A Preface to Paradise Lost by C. S. Lewis.

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