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Why Read the Best Fiction?

April 25, 2026 | Post a comment

Once again, we need to begin with definitions.
I am not talking about the distinction between “literary” and “commercial” or “genre” fiction. For one thing, I think these categories are largely artificial, ill-defined, and subject to change. For example, we consider the novels of Charles Dickens to be classic literature today, but in his time his work was highly commercial. And the best fiction of any genre transcends that genre to become, simply, great literature.
When I talk about “the best” fiction, I’m referring to works of any genre, any category, that are well written and in some way original (there’s nothing entirely new under the sun, but some books make you forget that). These works make you think, have significant themes and content, and have either stood the test of time or have a fair chance of doing so. They resonate with your deepest self and stay with you in a good way, causing you to ponder their characters and meanings long after you’ve finished reading. They enrich your life.

Fiction that does not make that grade in my personal scale may be poorly written (or just mediocre), fluffy, predictable, shallow, with a plot that is more wish fulfillment than timeless truth. It may leave no lasting impression, or it may leave you with a bad taste in your mouth or even with mental/spiritual indigestion. It can make you dissatisfied with a life that is less exciting than those of its two-dimensional characters.

Of course, we all want a little mindless comfort reading now and then, just as we all enjoy the occasional piece of candy or junk-food snack. But if you try to survive on junk food alone, you’ll soon find yourself very ill indeed. You need a steady diet of good nutritious food.

The problem is that too much salt, fat, and sugar not only don’t nourish you well but can ruin your taste for veggies and lean protein. Similarly, too much junky fiction can be addictive and ruin your taste for the good stuff. Our minds and bodies are naturally inclined toward laziness and taking the easy way. If we let them take it too often, we forget how wonderfully exhilarating a meal of fully realized characters in a compelling setting facing genuinely significant choices, with just the right seasoning of captivating prose and deeper meaning, can be.

The best fiction, like the best food, gives us strength for the journey of life. It elevates both mind and spirit and trains us to appreciate true beauty—in the arts, in nature, and most importantly, on the spiritual plane. The best fiction embodies ultimate truth, whether or not it has any deliberate spiritual orientation. Instead of the false hope of wish fulfillment, which lasts only as long as the reading, the best fiction gives us real and lasting hope for eternal redemption.

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Why Read Inspirational Fiction?

April 25, 2026 | Post a comment

Before I embark on a discussion of inspirational fiction, let’s define some terms. I am NOT talking about the kind of novels that resemble sermon illustrations or “clean” romance novels with a moral thrown in. These are not art but stories recruited to serve the practical purpose of evangelism.

What I mean by inspirational fiction is literary art informed by the immanent presence of God in the world. Works of writers like Elizabeth Goudge, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Flannery O’Connor. Fiction that I call, borrowing a phrase from the last writer in this list, “God-haunted.”

Christians who are leery of reading fiction often feel that way because they don’t know there is fiction out there that expresses their worldview. They care about literary quality, but they don’t want to read novels that see the world only in shades of gray with no real good or evil; that ignore true beauty in favor of mere sensual gratification; that sensationalize crime, abuse, sex, and violence, the more horrific the better; that assume readers share a nihilistic worldview in which our actions don’t matter because there is no God and no afterlife and we’ll all feed the worms in the end.

But this, dear reader, does not sum up the totality of contemporary fiction. They aren’t easy to find, but novels and stories do exist that are both beautiful and true; that believe in the nobility of the human spirit; that show us plainly the eternal battle between good and evil and the truth that good will ultimately triumph; that reaffirm the possibility of healing and redemption, even from the lowest depths humanity can sink to.

Reading books like these allows us to enjoy the consolation of story while obeying St. Paul’s exhortation in Philippians 4:8: “Whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.”

Where do you find such fiction? It abounded in previous centuries, but it is also still being published today. Look at the offerings of Wood Between Worlds Press; Paraclete Press; a few titles from Ancient Faith Publishing; Ignatius Press; Chrism Press. Look to authors like Marilynne Robinson, Leif Enger, Bret Lott, Mark Helprin, Rumer Godden, Edith Pargeter/Ellis Peters, Walker Percy, Graham Greene, Madeleine L’Engle, Susan Howatch, Nicholas Kotar.

Read any of these and you will feel the refreshing breath of paradise wash over you. Few of us can subsist on a rigorous diet of only scripture and spiritual instruction. Give yourself permission to relax a bit and let God speak to you through the eternal voice of story.

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Why Read Fiction?

April 25, 2026 | Post a comment

The art and creative pastime of reading fiction is on the wane in our society. A number of factors contribute to this; I think we all know what they are, so I won’t waste time talking about the causes. Instead, I want to remind us all (yes, including myself; I don’t read nearly as much as I used to) of why reading fiction—at least, the right kind of fiction—is not merely entertaining but good for the soul.

Fiction expands the mind

Fiction can take us to times and places we’ve never been, perhaps can never go. It shows us worlds, whether real or imagined, that cast a different light on the world we live in. Fiction is better at this than nonfiction because it invites us to enter into the experience of characters living in the other world: we see through their eyes, hear through their ears, touch, taste, and smell with their sense organs, process information through the lens of their cultural context. We come to understand far more than our own limited lives can show us. History comes alive; its lessons hit home in a way they never can in a classroom.

Fiction cultivates empathy

Closely related to the above, fiction cultivates empathy. As we view the world through the eyes of people whose lives are quite different from our own, we paradoxically come to understand how very alike we all are in spite of that. Differences in gender, ethnicity, religion, social class, or anything else don’t reach far below the skin. If you prick us, we all bleed red. We all share substantially the same hopes and fears. We are all human beings made in the image of God. In our increasingly insular, xenophobic society, this understanding is crucial to our mutual survival.

Fiction makes hard truths palatable

People often dismiss fiction as made-up, un-factual, and therefore useless. But good fiction has its own kind of truth—a truth that can cut much deeper than mere facts. Fiction takes the reality we see around us and transforms it, through the deep magic of art, into a stage on which the truths of human nature and of God’s providence become more evident than they often are in life. We can’t always see the big picture in which good triumphs over evil, but in the best fiction, that picture is painted at a size we can perceive. We can’t always see clearly the battle between good and evil in our own hearts, but fiction can hold up a mirror that shows us the uncomfortable truths about ourselves that we’d rather ignore—while also showing us the way to redemption.

Fiction provides a respite from real life

The best fiction is not necessarily escapist in the sense that you can dip into it, forget the real world for a while, and fantasize yourself into the kind of life you wish you had. That kind of escapism isn’t great for the soul because it lulls us into complacency instead of encouraging us to grow. But good fiction does provide what J.R.R. Tolkien referred to as consolation: the balm for the soul that comes from briefly inhabiting a world perhaps more beautiful than our own, where good triumphs and justice prevails—a world that bears, however faintly, the scent of paradise. No one can struggle forever without hope. Good fiction reminds us that hope is not an illusion.

All good stories tell the one universal story

Finally (for this introductory essay), all good stories retell the one eternal story of God’s immeasurable love and humankind’s redemption. The unnamed prince of fairy tales like Snow White and Sleeping Beauty is Christ in disguise; the rescued princess is every woman and man who embraces Him and accepts this rescue. Every hero or heroine is on a journey to discover the divine in some form and bring it back to enrich the whole community. Whatever good things reward the protagonist who perseveres to the end are ultimately sent from God. This can be true even in spite of the author’s intentions, as long as he or she has not completely turned away from the Good, the Beautiful, and the True.

In future posts, I’ll go more deeply into some specific whys of reading fiction. In the meantime, tell me about the good things fiction has done in your life.

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To Write, You Must Read

October 26, 2012 |

That proposition will probably seem self-evident to most of my readers. But I recently heard an acquaintance who is the author of a fiction manuscript admit that she is “not a reader.”

I have to say, I was flabbergasted. Dumbfounded. Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered. To the extent that I couldn’t find words to tell her she must read if she ever wants to succeed as a writer.

As a child, I was so eager to read that I taught myself at age four. I don’t say that to brag, but to emphasize how inconceivable it is to me that anyone would not be interested in reading. So it’s difficult for me to isolate specific reasons that reading fiction is necessary to a fiction writer. Nevertheless, I’m going to try.

1. Reading gives you a feeling for language.

At the risk of belaboring the obvious, language is the writer’s medium. Just as a painter has to learn to use brushes, paints, and canvas, a writer needs to learn to use words. This knowledge includes everything from the mechanics of grammar, spelling, punctuation, and usage to the fine shades of meaning and sound.

I’m convinced that my instinctive feeling for proper and improper English is primarily attributable to years of reading writers who were as skilled in wielding words as Leonardo was in wielding a paintbrush. You can learn rules in a classroom, but you can only internalize the depth, breadth, and infinite possibilities of language through reading the work of writers who have used it well.

2. Reading teaches you how to tell a story.

How would you even know what a story is if you don’t read them? Of course, we all hear stories, or watch them in movies. Certain factors are common to stories in any form, but others are specific to written stories. How do you begin a story in words? How do you develop character? How do you portray a character’s inner life? How do you integrate setting into your story? How do you convey your theme? Movies can’t teach you any of these things, because they use different techniques to accomplish them.

This is just the tip of a whole iceberg of what a writer can learn on a technical level through reading.

3. Reading acquaints you with what has already been done.

If you want to write something fresh, you need to know what has already been written. In every genre, certain stories, character types, patterns, and tropes have been done to death. These may well be the first stories, characters, etc. that pop into your mind when you decide to write a book. You can save yourself a lot of trouble if you know up front what to avoid.

On the flip side, wide reading will give you a cultural context that you can employ to enrich your writing. Allusions to your favorite writers—subtle or obvious, conscious or unconscious—will add depth and resonance to your story as they cause your reader to reflect on the connections implied.

4. Reading acquaints you with the conventions of your genre.

This is the argument I most often hear advanced for writers to read, but to my mind it’s the least important. Nevertheless, if you are going to write within an established genre, it is essential to know what readers (and, correspondingly, agents and publishers) of that genre expect from a story.

Some genres have more specific requirements than others. My understanding (second-hand, as I neither read nor write in this genre) is that category romance is one of the most restrictive, with rules about word count, character professions and personalities, and in which chapter the hero and heroine must meet, kiss, fight, have sex, etc. Literary fiction is possibly the least restrictive in terms of specific elements, although arguably the most difficult to write well.

5. Reading gives you membership in the most fascinating community of people in the world.

When I open a novel, I’m entering a new world. Not just the world the author has created within the story—though that’s a thrilling experience in itself—but the world of the author him/herself and of all the people who have read the story, are reading it now, or will read it in the future. It’s also the world of everyone who had some kind of impact on the author’s life that contributed to the story being what it is. And it’s the world of all the writers the story’s author read and loved, and the people who read their stories. When I open a novel, I’m only six degrees of separation from the greatest minds ever to live on this planet.

I imagine every reader has had the experience of making a new friend through a book. Maybe the person next to you on the plane asked what you were reading, and that author turned out to be one of your seatmate’s favorites too. Maybe you met someone on Goodreads, or at a bookstore or a library. Maybe a teacher recommended a book to you, and through that recommendation you discovered your teacher was a kindred spirit after all.

If you try to write without being a reader, you’ll miss out on this community, and the loss will hurt your writing. It will also substantially impair your chances of getting published. Personal connections are just as important in publishing as in any other field. If publishing professionals you meet sense that you’re not a kindred spirit—because you’re not a reader—you likely won’t get far.

6. Reading shows you what can be achieved.

Those striving in any field of endeavor need to be inspired by the greats who have come before them. You need a sense of what is possible so you know what to strive for. In fact, I would go so far as to say that, unless you’re a born genius like Shakespeare or Dickens:

You will never write better than the best authors you read.

Why Fiction?

This list is far from comprehensive, and it doesn’t even touch on the most basic point of all: Why would anyone who doesn’t love reading fiction even want to write it? If it’s because you have a message to convey, a point to make, there are many better ways of doing that than through fiction. Fiction is (ideally) art, and art does not exist for the purpose of conveying a message or making a point. Art doesn’t so much answer questions as ask them. If you think you have answers, hire a co-writer or ghostwriter and write a nonfiction book, or a blog, or go on the radio and speak your mind.

But please, don’t waste your time writing fiction.

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The Literary Ladies Guide to the Writing Life (review)

September 28, 2012 | 3 Comments

I’ve just finished reading a book called The Literary Ladies Guide to the Writing Life, by Nava Atlas (Sellers Publishing, 2011). It’s a beautifully designed mixture of excerpts from the letters, writings, and talks of a dozen classic female authors with summary meditations from Ms. Atlas. And it’s charming, surprising, inspiring, and an all-around must-read for any female author. Non-writing admirers of these ladies will also enjoy an intimate glimpse behind the scenes of their genius.

The authors—Louisa May Alcott, Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Willa Cather, Edna Ferber, Madeleine L’Engle, L. M. Montgomery, Anaïs Nin, George Sand, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Edith Wharton, and Virginia Woolf—offer comments from dry to bitter to encouraging to ecstatic on subjects ranging from becoming a writer to conquering inner demons to combining writing with motherhood to rejection, acceptance, and money to handling success.

Some of their situations are notably unlike our own. From the late 19th century to the mid-20th, it seems to have been significantly easier to make a living by writing than it is now—even for a woman. Not to say these women didn’t work hard—they were their own slavedrivers, for the most part. But in that milieu, hard work, excellence, and persistence were almost sure to pay off eventually, whereas now there are no guarantees even for the most dedicated genius.

And on the flip side, these women all faced active discrimination the likes of which have almost disappeared from the current literary scene. (Atlas does quote one statistic that claims male writers still make significantly more money than female writers, but we must all admit the situation has changed greatly for the better.)

But when it comes to matters of the pen and of the heart, all these literary ladies are completely kindred spirits to women writing today. They struggled with other responsibilities, feelings of self-doubt, sometimes opposition from family and friends. They endured rejection, personal and artistic misunderstanding, and the dark side of fame.

Some of them wrote from the heart, while others wrote what their market demanded and produced wildly popular classics—to their own complete surprise (e.g. Little Women, Anne of Green Gables). Some, notably Virginia Woolf, were literary pioneers who were never entirely confident as to whether their work was genius or garbage. Some made a handsome fortune in their lifetimes; others barely got by. But all have a lot to say that can help contemporary writers through all the rough spots of our writing lives.

(One caveat for the terminally particular like myself: This book has a lot of typos. I find that odd given the number of people credited in the acknowledgments who had a hand in making the book—was none of them a proofreader? However, the beauty of the design and the content made up for the typos in my estimation. And that’s saying a lot.)

I found the book quite inspiring. All these famous writers were regular gals—they put their bloomers on one leg at a time like anyone else. They started from nothing, with nothing but a dream and the boldness to pursue it, and they earned a permanent place in the literary pantheon. It gives me hope that if I work hard enough, I may someday be able to do the same.

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When Good Characters Die

July 6, 2012 | 8 Comments

What are we really mourning when we mourn a character’s death?

When we mourn for a real person, we’re usually grieving for ourselves, because we will miss having that person in our lives. If the person’s life, or our relationship with him, wasn’t what it ought to have been, our mourning may be embittered by regret. If the person dies at the natural end of a good life, our grief (if we believe in the resurrection) is tempered by the confidence that she is at peace.

But when we mourn a fictional character, it isn’t quite the same thing. If we miss the character, we can always go back and read the book again. She will live forever in the pages that precede her demise.

Also, our relationships with the characters are not really an issue—unless you get into books a lot more deeply than I do. For Meggie in Inkheart that might have been a concern, but then Meggie  herself is a fictional character. Let’s keep these things in perspective.

We do sometimes mourn characters who have died as a result of their own poor choices. Hamlet, for instance. But think about it: When you look back at the whole play of Hamlet—not immediately after watching or reading it, but at some distance—is it his death you focus on? It isn’t for me. You might say Hamlet died because he had nothing left to live for. It’s everything that happens before his death that causes us to mourn for a wasted life.

A Death Most Moving

When I think about the deaths in literature that have affected me most deeply, I realize they touch me for one (or both) of two reasons:

  1. The character has sacrificed himself to save others.
  2. The character will be deeply mourned by other characters with whom I identify.

Dumbledore. Fred Weasley. Jean Valjean. Gandalf (apparent death). Beth March. Matthew Cuthbert. Bambi’s mother. Jeremiah Land.

It also makes a difference how well we know the character himself and how lovable we find him. I didn’t cry as much over Sirius Black, even though his sacrificial death devastated Harry, because I hadn’t had as much time to get to know and love Sirius—and neither had Harry.

For Those Left Behind

The point I’m trying to make here is that when we mourn for fictional characters, just as when we mourn for real people, our mourning is not so much for the one departed as for the ones left behind. We project ourselves into the characters of Harry, or George, or Frodo, or Jo, or Anne, or Bambi, and feel the same devastation they feel.

Of all the deaths I’ve mentioned, the one that tears at my heart most painfully is that of Fred Weasley—because I can’t imagine how George will go on without him. He won’t even be able to finish a sentence, let alone run Weasley’s Wheezes, without his twin to bounce his thoughts off of, to be the ever-present echo of himself. I can see why some Weasley or other had to die, but I really wonder what J. K. Rowling was thinking when she chose one of the twins. (Note that she didn’t dwell on George’s reaction—it must have been too painful even for her.)

Ultimately, though, we have to forgive her, because Fred died, as one of many, to save his world from Voldemort. His death had meaning, as did his life.

As a reader, then, if you mourn for fictional characters, don’t feel badly about it. You’re exercising your compassion muscles for when you need them in real life.

And as a writer, if you feel compelled to kill someone off and want that death to have the maximum impact, choose someone the main characters will be devastated to lose—but make sure his death means something. Let your readers’ grief be permeated with the light of resurrection.

What characters have you mourned for most? Do you agree with my conclusions?

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