It's been awhile since I've read anything but newer fiction, but for some reason, I thought I should reread The Razor's Edge. (Maybe I talked about it with Patrick on the Alaska trip this summer.) It's possible that I have only read this once, and I can't remember exactly how long ago that was, but I was struck by how much I identify with the main character. I remember that from my first reading of it, but I'm surprised that I still do - I had expected that I would be less idealistic or something.
The Razor's Edge is the story of a young man who, after going through World War I, travels the world in search of his own religious experience. His actions seem inexplicable to his friends, but he continues on his own path. It's told obliquely, from the view of a writer acquaintance who sees him only every few years. I'm having a hard time putting into words what this book meant to me, but I would recommend it.
Book 67
1 comment:
I like the painting on the front cover- seems mysterious...
Post a Comment