On October 29, 1957 Lewis writes to Kathryn Stillwell:
“…you (alone of the critics I’ve met) realise the connection, or even
the unity, of all the books – scholarly, fantastic, theological – and make me
appear a single author not a man who impersonates half a dozen authors, which
is what I seem to most. This wins really very high marks indeed.
I can’t help
thinking what “higher critics” centuries from now would think of Lewis; no
doubt they’d insist that his work was that of at least “half a dozen authors”.
The above
excerpt from Lewis indicates that he viewed his work as a unity,
interconnected, and complementary. Lewis’s literary palette has abundant
colors, including poetry, essays, short-stories, scholastic literary works, as
well as those books familiar to the general (typically Christian) public. Lewis
did not write in a vacuum however, his was a life of reading and pondering what
was read, it was a life of reading and discussing with others what was read, it
was a life of writing and listening to others critique what he’d written, it
was a life of interchange and interplay and cross-pollination. Lewis didn’t
travel much geographically, in fact, for a man of his renown he hardly traveled
at all – but oh that mind of his, but oh that heart, but oh that imagination –
C.S. Lewis may well have been one of the most-travelled men who have ever
lived.
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