Caryll Houselander is something of an enigma. She was either quite mad or both, which would make her a paradox as well. Given the turbulence of her life and of her emotions, she should have a special appeal for the lunatic fringe of the Church; yet, she has been taken quite seriously by such persons of eminent as and, in this book, Maisie Ward. Miss Ward has collected in one volumes the available letters of Houselander which she felt would be of interest in any to decipher the personality of this modern beata loca. Whether these letters indeed be of much help in an open question: Houselanderites are going to find them and sceptics are apt to find them downright silly. They seem largely and are not to be recommended to any but the few who are already familiar with and to the fewer yet who are interested in that peculiarly charis from of articulate neurosis.