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[oloriel]

If it weren't for the total procrastination, lack of time and panic that go with it, writing term papers could be such fun.

"Inverted Kafka"? C.S. Lewis is on such crack.

Also, Mr Lewis, if you say "but let us be quite clear..." just once more, I'll throw all my anthropology books at you. ... well, your grave, then. Let us be quite clear about that.

I think C.S. Lewis was terribly patronizing.

I feel like such a dork when quoting from an essay collection called English and Medieval Studies Presented to J.R.R. Tolkien on the Occasion of His Seventieth Birthday. *snerks* I mean, WTF. "Yay, I'm 70! Oooh, a gift? What's this? It's... an... essay collection. Why, thanks, guys. Just what I always wanted. Do I have to grade it, too? Um."

Right. Back to work.

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[cowboy-r.livejournal.com]

When I was a child, I adored the Narnia series. When I became an adult, I was dismayed to discover that I could no longer read them, as the alegory was thick enough to choke a horse. Alas.

I have never enjoyed anything else the man wrote.

[elenbarathi.livejournal.com]

I didn't discover the Narnia books till I was 16, which was far too old: I loathed their smarmy, preachy tone. To be fair, I never really was a fan of the rabbits-in-waistcoats school of British childrens' literature, where the animals are supposed to be real animals and yet they wear clothes, go to shops, have tea parties, etc. The Wind In The Willows works because of the superb quality of the writing; the Pooh stories work because it's made clear from the start that they're meant as fantasies about a little boy's stuffed animals - the rest don't, IMHO; they come off as just too too precious and twee.

I did enjoy The Screwtape Letters, though it was only a weak imitation of Mark Twain's scathing and hilarious Letters To The Earth. Actually, C.S. Lewis was damn lucky that Mark Twain wasn't around to read and comment on his writing the way he did on James Fenimore Cooper's, because I'll bet the ol' curmudgeon would have had thing-a-bit to say.

LOL, for this past Mother's Day, my teenage daughter presented me with a collection of essays titled The Emergence of Victorian Consciousness, which she'd snagged out of the Free box at the local used-book store. I was kinda like "Ummm, why thanks; I appreciate the thought", but I did read it, and it's actually quite good - a lot of John Stuart Mills and his cronies kickin' butt and takin' names, in the most gentlemanly refined literary manner, of course. Nobody writes like that these days, and it's a loss to the world. I bet Tolkien thought so too.

[kali921.livejournal.com]

I feel like such a dork when quoting from an essay collection called English and Medieval Studies Presented to J.R.R. Tolkien on the Occasion of His Seventieth Birthday. *snerks* I mean, WTF. "Yay, I'm 70! Oooh, a gift? What's this? It's... an... essay collection. Why, thanks, guys. Just what I always wanted. Do I have to grade it, too? Um."

BAHAHAHAHA!!

See, this is why I love reading your El Jay.