But I married a man from the Northeast. He introduced me to "real" hot dogs. I became an instant fan. We discovered Chicago hot dogs, fried hot dogs, but my favorite remained the split grilled version, simple with mustard and onions. But I didn't know I liked "real" hot dogs until I had one. Until that moment, I thought I'd eaten hot dogs and understood enough to dismiss them as a food altogether. I did not know I was ignorant.
I remember him ranting....You couldn't dismiss Black Elk's spiritual and interior life and read Black Elk Speaks with any comprehension. You couldn't read the Ramayana and not get some of the great beauty of the poetry, if you were going to just view it as a whimsical Indian version of the Odyssey. You couldn't read the Iliad as merely a long long long long long long poem in which Hector dies. The end.
But these professors pushed against the dismissive casual handling of any text, as merely words thrown upon a page that could have been typed by a monkey given enough time. Moving to graduate school, and beyond, they were the exception, not the rule.
So if you've stuck with me this long, I've begun a list --which I hope people will add to, of Catholic writers who strike the heart, and get to the marrow of the faith with their fiction. The list is in order as I thought of them, not in preference. I've read or am reading all that I'm listing, though I know there are many many more. But I don't want to list a book I haven't read or am reading.
1. This House of Brede by Rumer Gooden
9. The Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins