In a society, now or in the past, where belief in God is taken as a given, as a natural part of life, when faith isn’t questioned publicly, constantly and reflexively, writers’ faith or lack of it isn’t usually examined much at all. It is simply assumed that a sense of the sacred is at the core of art, implicit in the work, and left at that. Except for the fanatics, who in any age will try to dissect literature or any form of the arts to see if they conform to the zealot’s idea of God, literature is pretty…
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