The Whimsical Christian

Over the weekend I had a lovely time catching up with a friend for tea, cake, a bit of crochet on my part and quilting on hers and a little literary theology. I sat in a lovely stately and embracing arm chair by the window, my feet on an ottoman, my tea and lemon-syrup cake in hand, while my friend read aloud from Dorothy Sayers's The Whimsical Christian. Needless to say my interest was piqued, by the title if nothing else (this blog has been called whimsical often enough for me to deduce that whatever whimsy is it occasionally shows itself here), and it contains a collection of essays written to Christians in a post-Christian world, including the amusing, satirical "catechism", which my friend read.

I haven't read a lot of Sayers, save her translation of Dante's Inferno, which I read while doing a Christianity in the Great Books course with Greg Clarke when he was still over at New College. I think I shall add it to my burgeoning book list. (I still haven't read Marilynne Robinson's essay collection The Death of Adam, so perhaps I shall discipline myself to read that first, or at least a few of them, before I'm even allowed to look for the other - it's the only way to control book acquisitions!).