The sharpest religio-psychological writer of the season is an elderly devil named Screwtape, whose letters of instruction have somehow fallen into the hands of C. S. Lewis, Fellow of Oxford's Magdalen College. (Writes Mr. Lewis in the preface to THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS (Macmillan; $1.50): "I have no intention of ex plaining how. . . .") In a series of Chesterfieldian letters, written from the cozy depths of Hell, Screwtape advises his inexperienced nephew Wormwood on the best means of eternally damning the soul of his "patient." The "patient," a young Englishman who is...
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