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I suspect that C.S. Lewis would have hated this book. Not because it's a bad book (it isn't), but because it tends to venerate him as a person, something he would probably abhor.

It's a compilation of personal remembrances and essays about Lewis from some that knew him well and others that never met him, but were influenced by his work. There are revealing anecdotes about "Jack's" disorderly life--surprising for such an "ordered" mind--and his relationships with friends and literary figures such as J.R.R. Tolkien, Charles Williams and Dorothy Sayers.

As with most anthologies, the essays cover a wide landscape both in subject and quality. Even though Lewis might bristle at the thought of such a tribute in print, I was grateful to see some of the "mundane" details of his daily life from behind the curtain of an influential literary giant.