Tolkien, Christopher Dawson, and Russell Kirk. Of the figures I’ve spent the most time with, I found myself understanding and admiring J.R.R. I just could never quite get into his mind or his motivations despite the near-pure absorption his personal papers offered me. A figure I spent two years studying in graduate school, for example, still eludes me. My own judgment isn’t perfect, of course. Over the past quarter-century, I believe I’ve gotten fairly good at judging people, at least according to the ways they judged themselves and others. A certain friendship and kinship usually takes place when reading the thoughts of another. I count it among one of the greatest pleasures in this life to be able to do so.
I’ve spent the better part of my career as a historian and a writer, reading personal letters, memoirs, and autobiographies. Out of My Bone: The Letters of Joy Davidman, ed.
Joy Davidman is such an unsympathetic figure that one must question the judgment and goodness of C.S.
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