Q:Books by anyone with the first or last name "Lewis."
I feel like maybe I’m being set up? Fine, I’ll turn into the skid; I haven’t read enough Wyndham Lewis (either one) or Sinclair Lewis to really have an opinion, and with one exception that pretty much just leaves Clive Staples.
That Hideous Strength is, for better or worse, the single novel I’ve read and re-read most often throughout my adult life.
Surprised by Joy gave me permission to like worldly things for their own sake.
The Screwtape Letters are still perceptive about the psychology of self-justification and the corrosiveness of disempathy.
And Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass is a constant nonsensical delight.