The Place of the Lion by Charles Williams, 236 pages

Charles Williams is the least well-known of the
Inkling trinity. This novel shows why. Although set on Earth in the
present (or, at least, the 1930s), unlike Tolkien's legendarium or any
of Lewis' fiction with the sole exception of That Hideous Strength (and assorted framing stories),
it is nonetheless stranger than their writing. That is not, however,
necessarily a bad thing, nor are the alien elements the center of the novel. Indeed, behind the intimations of a Platonic
world that underlies the world of appearances, the real subject is the
relationship between Damaris, Anthony, and Anthony's best friend
Quentin, the theme that of love and salvation.
A fascinating novel, with genuine insight into the nature of things, especially human things.
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