Rest Now, Madeleine.
Dear Madeleine L’Engle died yesterday. She was 88. I read her classic tale (the one the publishers warned would probably fail), A Wrinkle in Time as a tween, and felt alive. So then I read A Wind in the Door, and Many Waters. Like C.S. Lewis, she had a way of dignifying children by writing phenomenal stories that called out our imagination. I would like to read every last one of the 60 books she published in her wild lifetime.
Reading this gorgeous NY Times article made me love her even more.
The Washington Post unearthed this fantastic anecdote:
She once told National Public Radio that she was in a phase of searching for a better understanding of theology when “I just came across a phrase of Einstein’s, which completely excited me. He said, ‘Anyone who is not lost in rapturous awe at the power and glory of the mind behind the universe is as good as a burned-out candle.’
“And I thought, ‘Oh! There’s my theologian.’ “
(Image quote from Douglas Martin, NY Times, 9/8/07)