As to critics, it appears to be my fate to disappoint my theological friends by not being Christian enough, while I’m too Christian for Harold Bloom’s blessing. So be it. [i]
The mature and well-balanced man, standing firmly with each feet on the earth, who has never been blamed and broken and half-blinded by the scandal of life, is such the existentially godless man. [ii]
I. In Place of an Introduction….
After 491 pages, the reader involves the ultimate two words in John Updike’s magisterial Within the Fantastic thing about the Lilies: “the youngsters.” The words are stated without emphasis or misdirection, except from the high ground of grief: “the youngsters,” those holy innocents born into the bad recent days of what appears...
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