I hate spoilers, so I’ll keep the plot recap simple. The result feels like listening to your favorite artist cover a familiar song the pleasure lies in recognizing the old theme and appreciating how this new recording sounds.
The motif could easily feel cliché, but he wards this off with a characteristically robust and inspiring cast (you’ve never met anyone quite like Ghost, hands-down the best new character) and high-spirited theology. (Think The Walking Dead, The Maze Runner, The Last Ship.) The setting-a post-apocalyptic world largely destroyed by the Vulture, lawless bands of survivors claiming territories and camping out in abandoned mansions-employs a popular motif in modern entertainment. In The Song of Glory and Ghost, we trade the oven-baked desert of Arizona for Wilson’s own stomping grounds in the moody Pacific northwest. Book 2 is a race against time, through time, outside of time, in many times, sometimes spinning through various times in a little hamster ball of your own time. And that’s just one of the fun shifts in Book 2.īook 1 was a chase cat and mouse hunt while hunted. We are not meant to be young and wrinkle-free forever our bodies are meant to change, to be given away, to be "lovely as a ripened field rich as an ancient tree still bearing fruit in her final season." Wilson develops this theme not primarily in Sam Miracle, the hero of the first book, but-surprise-Glory. Do not dread or deny the advancing years, but wear them stately and heavy like a crown. In Book 2 of Outlaws of Time, the prevailing theme is two-pronged: reverence and gratitude for old age, and therefore fearlessness in the face of death. His most beloved themes (distilled in his two nonfiction works, Notes From the Tilt-A-Whirl and Death by Living) are incarnated in every children’s novel to date: courage, self-sacrifice, thanksgiving, feasting, wonder at the world, laughter in the face of evil, joy in our own finitude, faith in the God of perfect stories.
Wilson has produced enough for the same to be manifestly true of him. The truths he believed resided so deep in his bones, they flowed inevitably into every story and sermon and poem he wrote.īy now, N.D. Lewis, meaning this: “What he thought about everything was secretly present in what he said about anything.” Wherever Lewis went, there he was. One of the marks of a great writer is what Owen Barfield called “presence of mind,” which he used to describe his good friend C.S.
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