Post by themotherhen on Jan 11, 2020 21:49:51 GMT
Many of our beloved books were ruined by mildew from a cracked foundation at our last place. Unfortunately all of our C.S.Lewis books were in one of the cupboards that were damaged. I tried my best with vinegar and baking soda and finally resorted to diluted bleach but alas! Hundreds of books had to be disposed of.
Two weeks ago I got a hankering for some fiction and once again fell back on Lewis's excellent trilogy. Unfortunately the library had no copies of Out of the Silent Planet but I checked out Perelandra and That Hideous Strength. Yesterday my copy of Out of the Silent Planet became available and I sent dh to pick it up.
Okay I just figured out how to not have words bolded or italicized.
Anyway I started the book last night and let gleeful naughtiness reign, reading instead of mopping my (very muddy) laundry room floor. By this morning I was penitent and dismayed enough to put my nose back to the grindstone and mop, all the while reflecting on a recent passage I had read. In the story Ransom defends a simple young man, telling his future captors to let the boy return home to his nervous and fretful mother. In doing so he is reintroduced to an odious past schoolmate and his mad scientist friend and is effectively kidnapped and taken in a spaceship to a planet in our own galaxy called Malacandra. On the way, just before landing, he is struggling with the idea that space is not a cold, dark place as he had imagined. Rather, the glory of the sun and its peculiar qualities of joy make it feel as the old masters taught; it is simply 'the heavens', as he basks in the rays of the sun. The 'Silent Planet', of course, is Earth. It is considered so by the other terrestrial species to be silent because of Mankind's refusal to trust God, instead choosing to be our own bosses. This causes an obvious rift in our relationship with the Almighty and makes Earth, indeed, silent.
Hopefully the descriptions provided will pique someone's curiosity enough to give the books a go. You will not regret the beautiful depictions of the other planets, or the wonder of the characters forgetting themselves to draw closer to Him.
Two weeks ago I got a hankering for some fiction and once again fell back on Lewis's excellent trilogy. Unfortunately the library had no copies of Out of the Silent Planet but I checked out Perelandra and That Hideous Strength. Yesterday my copy of Out of the Silent Planet became available and I sent dh to pick it up.
Okay I just figured out how to not have words bolded or italicized.
Anyway I started the book last night and let gleeful naughtiness reign, reading instead of mopping my (very muddy) laundry room floor. By this morning I was penitent and dismayed enough to put my nose back to the grindstone and mop, all the while reflecting on a recent passage I had read. In the story Ransom defends a simple young man, telling his future captors to let the boy return home to his nervous and fretful mother. In doing so he is reintroduced to an odious past schoolmate and his mad scientist friend and is effectively kidnapped and taken in a spaceship to a planet in our own galaxy called Malacandra. On the way, just before landing, he is struggling with the idea that space is not a cold, dark place as he had imagined. Rather, the glory of the sun and its peculiar qualities of joy make it feel as the old masters taught; it is simply 'the heavens', as he basks in the rays of the sun. The 'Silent Planet', of course, is Earth. It is considered so by the other terrestrial species to be silent because of Mankind's refusal to trust God, instead choosing to be our own bosses. This causes an obvious rift in our relationship with the Almighty and makes Earth, indeed, silent.
Hopefully the descriptions provided will pique someone's curiosity enough to give the books a go. You will not regret the beautiful depictions of the other planets, or the wonder of the characters forgetting themselves to draw closer to Him.
