In my undergraduate years, I occasionally played Baroque violin for a local Bach ensemble. One of our concerts was at a church, and the only backstage was actually the church basement. While I swished around in my fancy black, combating my nerves, I reviewed the library at the nice Anglican establishment. On a table, marked for taking, I found a book by C.S. Lewis that I’d never seen before. I put it in my bag and ran off to play solo second violin in a few cantatas.
I remember that day. It was April, I think, and the daffodils were out. I was parked up the road from St. Andrew’s, and the walk back to my ride’s car was uphill and windy. I hit a stunningly rich major third at the end of the last movement of the Reformation cantata. I wore my mom’s swishy black skirt that catches the light. One of the soloists was a blind friend of mine. The harpsichord had to be tuned more than usual. The timpanist was cute. And, I met my best friend.
The Discarded Image is C.S. Lewis’s exposition on the Medieval world view. He lays forth the concept of the world, of God, and of the relationship of God to the world as imitated in nature. The idea is that every ‘generation’ has a series of notions about the world to help them cope with what they see. As philosophy changes, the notions change.
When I read that book, I fell in love with the view. This book was the foundation for my love of Medievalism.