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I first read this book in 1998, and have been reading it ever since, but it's not what you might think; my adoration has waned slightly. I admit, at first I was blown away. This was the book in my head, that I had hoped to write one day - an exploration of human nature within both geological confines and the confines of a religion full of uncompromising absolutes. The somewhat romantic idea of a newly-discovered child raised by wolves combined with a 'fate' of some sort washing an atheist on to the Catholic island set the fuse for large explosions later, the fate of one dependent on the other, but also dependent on the actions of some very flawed human beings. I was enthralled. I read it again and again until I knew it absolutely inside out. I could see the way it was crafted, exactly why characters said and did what they did. That was probably where my problems began. I realised that, although quite brilliant, Knowledge of Angels did nothing more than required to tie all the ends of the plot. I began to recognise the sources used, for example for the philosophical discussions between the atheist Palinor and deeply religious Beneditx, as of fairly limited origin - Thomas Aquinas features heavily. Actions and reactions seemed inevitable once the outcome of the plot was known - right down to the portrayal of the athiest as 'ultra human' with human apetites, concetrating on chapter 22 but also evident on previous occasions, like when the fishermen's wives dress him after his ordeal in the sea and make 'unfavourable comparisons' with their spouses' anatomy. The reader is being led, entirely, and there is little room for interpretation. This, after what must be my hundreth reading of the book, has made it seem contrived, manufactured perhaps, lacking the depth I once saw. I found it held no surprises once it had been deconstructed. But, inevitability aside, there are many things I still love about this book. Most of all I love the way the imagery of the church is used, well, against a religion of absolutes. The sight of Christ on the cross in the chapel terrifies the cleaned-up wolf-child, inviting us to think hard about what such a large proportion of the world are holding in reverence. I am a big fan of the colours and details of Palinor's execution - it is like they are burning Christ themselves. And the ultimate message? Absolutes cannot be applied to people, least of all by other people. It still holds a great significance for me, as it has shaped not only the way I think about writing, but the way I think about the world.
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