- Alexander, Lloyd — The Black Cauldron
- Anthony, Piers — Letters to Jenny
- Cooper, Susan — Over Sea, Under Stone
- Proulx, Annie — Close Range: Wyoming Stories
- Kincaid, Jamaica — Lucy
- Christie, Agatha — The Unexpected Guest
- Dick, Philip K. — Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
- Cooper, Susan — The Dark Is Rising
- Cooper, Susan — Greenwitch
- Shaffer, Peter — Amadeus
- Anonymous — Go Ask Alice
- Cooper, Susan — The Grey King
- Martin, Steve — Shopgirl
- Cooper, Susan — Silver on the Tree
- Gaiman, Neil — Stardust
- Gaiman, Neil — Coraline
- Le Guin, Ursula — A Wizard of Earthsea
- Le Guin, Ursula — The Tombs of Atuan
- Le Guin, Ursula — The Farthest Shore
- Le Guin, Ursula — Tehanu
- Merton, Thomas — The Seven Storey Mountain: An Autobiography of Faith
- Alexander, Lloyd — The Castle of Llyr
- Zelazny, Roger — Lord of Light
- Card, Orson Scott — Ender's Game
- Clarke, Arthur C. — Childhood's End
- Grahame, Kenneth — The Wind in the Willows
- Dahl, Roald — James and the Giant Peach
- Lewis, C.S. — Out of the Silent Planet
- Lewis, C.S. — Perelandra
I take back my criticisms of those who criticized Lewis' Cosmic Trilogy for being too overtly Christian. Out of the Silent Planet wasn't, but Perelandra…Oh My God!
It seems Lewis' intent was different. In the first book, it seems he set out to tell an interesting tale, speculating about the nature of other worlds and painting an anti-Wells-ian picture while employing a narrative style very similar to that of Wells. However, in this installment, it seems his intent was to sucker us by using his created world as a thin veil for another apologia. No wonder people are so disgusted by this series! I happen to like Lewis' apologetics just fine and have, as most of you know, read a good many of them. But let the reader choose what he wants to read! If one wants to read science fiction, one shouldn't be subjected to apologetics, and vice versa.
Perelandra could be described as a cross between The Great Divorce and The Screwtape Letters, the former for the vivid and imaginative descriptions of the world and its many creatures, the latter for its engrossing dialogue illustrating the fine line between salvation and damnation. There was also a good measure of "what the fuck was he thinking" thrown in to mix things up, especially in the practically-unreadable final ten pages. If you understand Christianity, enjoy reading about Christianity, or are a Christian seeking to further your understanding of the faith, I daresay you might enjoy Perelandra, all but the aforementioned final ten pages. But if you're not, if you're just looking for a good science fiction story, don't bother. If you're looking for plot—plot?—then what the hell are you doing picking up a Lewis novel to begin with?! It's well known that Lewis did not invest a lot of energy in his plots.
The beauty in Lewis' writing is his use of lucid and brilliant language to create worlds and characters and ideas bursting with life, and for the most part he succeeds in that in Perelendra as well; but not to a degree that makes the intrusion of his apologetics acceptable or that is markedly different from what he has written before. I was also bothered by inconsistencies, both between Out of the Silent Planet and Perelandra and within Perelandra itself. Lewis must have been aware of some of the inconsistencies, for they were often accompanied by a feeble attempt to explain them away. Sometimes, though, the oversight was mindboggling. Really, I felt that Lewis was so singleminded in purpose that he became careless where he so seldom is.
I still plan to read That Hideous Strength at some point. After all, I did buy the book, and I do tend to like Lewis. He's not always great, but he's better more often than not. But it's over 500 pages in length. I'm not ready to attempt that just yet, especially if, as I've heard, that book is more unapologetically apologia than this one. Time to shift gears for a bit.
