I owe my life to five writers.
I do not say this metaphorically. As a young man I was twice imprisoned for political extremism, lost in an ideology of hatred, until I stumbled upon G. K. Chesterton. What followed was the conversion of an enemy. Across five days, meet the men who saved me and shaped the Christian imagination of the twentieth century: Chesterton, Tolkien, Lewis, Belloc, and Solzhenitsyn. You'll read their ideas and discover why these are the writers we most need now. First letter arrives immediately.

Why listen to me?
- ✓I teach as Visiting Professor of Literature at Ave Maria University, edit the St. Austin Review, and serve as series editor of the Ignatius Critical Editions.
- ✓I am the only living writer to have published full-length books on all five of these men.
- ✓I sat across from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn in his home near Moscow and listened to him speak of faith and suffering.
- ✓I was twice imprisoned for inciting racial hatred. Chesterton converted me. I tell that story in my memoir Race with the Devil, and again across these five letters.
Who you will meet.
Five writers who shaped the literary imagination of the past hundred years.

I felt as if magic must have a meaning, and meaning must have some one to mean it.

I am a Christian, and in fact a Roman Catholic.

The most dejected and reluctant convert in all England.

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, there's always laughter and good red wine.

Men have forgotten God; that is why all this has happened.
Thank you. I do not say this lightly.
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Thank you. I do not say this lightly.
You are now on my list. I'll write when I have something worth your time: new books, new essays, upcoming talks, and the occasional thought I can't keep to myself.
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Between letters, I keep the conversation going.
Follow along, so you don't miss the next piece.
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The Inner Sanctum is a private house for readers who would sooner spend an evening with Chesterton and Tolkien than with the noise of the hour. The fire is lit, the conversation is begun, and the door is open whenever you are ready. Each week I share a poem, revisit an old favourite, talk with you by the fire, and send a diary from home. You will also find the company of men and women who have also read Belloc, and felt less alone for it.
Every guest comes in the same way I would bring you in were this a house of brick: by the fire first, to warm yourself and look about. The Fireside is ten dollars a month, the price of a book, for the company of everyone who has read it.
The upper rooms are small because they must be: a hundred readers in the Study, fifteen in the Library, five chairs at the High Table. I have kept them small so that I can know who is in them.
The conversation does not pause: this week's poem will be read by the fire whether you are in the room to hear it or not. The Fireside is always open.

The doors are open.
The Inner Sanctum is open. The fire is lit, and I should be glad of your company.
If you have enjoyed the company of these writers, the Inner Sanctum is where it continues. This week's poem is already chosen, and it will be read aloud whether you are in the room to hear it or not.
It is a place for readers who would sooner spend an evening with Chesterton and Tolkien than with the noise of the hour. A place to read, to listen, and to find others who love these books.
Take your place by the Fireside, ten dollars a month ›
Ten dollars a month. Leave the moment it stops serving you; the door opens from the inside as easily as from the out.
Each room has its own page, with everything it holds set out in full. Most readers come in by the fire and look about from there.
Each week: a poem read aloud, an old favourite revisited, a talk by the fire, and a diary from home.
See what the Fireside holds ›Four times a year I answer you on camera, and the Coveted Tolkien and Lewis Lectures: a 45-piece series, already recorded.
Look inside the Study ›Twice a year you sit with me live for an hour or more. Spring and autumn. If you miss it, you get the recording.
Look inside the Library ›Two hours with me online, once a year, on whatever you want, and dinner with me in person once a year.
Look inside the High Table ›Each door holds all that the doors below it hold, and adds its own.
One small thing, so none of this is lost over the coming weeks: add [email protected] to your contacts, and look for my name. Everything comes by email.
If a friend of yours belongs in a room like this, send them the course.
The fire is lit, and the chair nearest it is yours.

Between letters, I keep the conversation going.
You will also find me here, between letters.
If these days have given you anything, it was not information. It was company. The Fireside is where the company stays: a little reading together each week, in the same voice, for as long as you care to stay. This week's poem is already chosen.
Here, in plain words, is everything a place by the Fireside gives you.
Ten dollars a month, the price of a book, for the company of everyone who has read it. The door stays open whether you come every week or only when you can. There is no cap on the Fireside, and no closing date.

The Study is for the reader who wants more than an hour by the fire. Four times a year I answer you on camera, and the Tolkien and Lewis Lectures are already waiting. It holds everything the Fireside holds, and adds the work most readers cross this threshold for.
Here, in plain words, is everything a place in the Study gives you.
- Poem of the Week
- Revisiting Old Favourites
- Home is Where the Hearth Is
- A weekly diary, and the members’ room under it
Twenty dollars and eighty-three cents a month, which comes to about $250 across a year. There are one hundred seats in the Study, and no more.

The Library is a smaller room, kept for fifteen. I have kept them few so that I can know who is in them. It holds everything in the Study and the Fireside, and adds the thing I can give only a few: you sit with me live, twice a year.
Here, in plain words, is everything a place in the Library gives you.
- Your question, answered, four times a year
- The Coveted Tolkien and Lewis Lectures
Eighty-three dollars and thirty-three cents a month, which comes to about $1,000 across a year. Fifteen seats, and no more.

The High Table is a small company of five, no more, and I have kept it small so that I can know who is in it. It holds everything in the Library beneath it, and adds what cannot be given to many: two hours with me, and dinner with me in person.
Here, in plain words, is the company a place at the High Table keeps.
- You sit with me live, twice a year
$5,000 for the year. There are five seats.
If one draws you, come in at the High Table.


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