title: Listening for Madeleine: A Portrait of Madeleine L'Engle in Many Voices
author: Leonard S. Marcus
description: Writer, matriarch, mentor, friend, and icon, L'Engle was a complex person, ably presented here through the voices of family, friends, and acquaintances. A children's literature star, as author of the Newbery-winning A Wrinkle in Time and its sequels as well as the Austin family series, L'Engle was also a committed Christian, a spiritual guide to many, and librarian and writer-in-residence at the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine in New York City. Marcus has wisely chosen not to try to simplify his portrait of this complicated woman, about whom many have very strong, sometimes contradictory, memories and feelings. "L'Engle tended carefully to departmentalize her vast and many-faceted universe," he explains. After an introductory summary, he presents more than 50 deftly edited interviews, organized by the role she played. The result is more like Hokusai's collection of views of Mt. Fuji, always with the subject in focus but also revealing a great deal of the surroundings. It is this rich addition that makes this biography a standout. Readers who may not have thought they needed or wanted to know quite so much about L'Engle's life will be charmed.-Kathleen Isaacs, Children's Literature Specialist, Pasadena, MD(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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  ## “You are not my husband!”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “My husband is dead, do you hear? Stop tormenting me.”
  
  
  He circled from behind the desk to stand over her. “Oh, you have no idea what
  true torment is, Madeleine.”
  
  
  Madeleine’s hands were shaking now. He was too close. Too large. Too supremely
  male. “We made a mistake, Merrick,” she whispered. “We did something rash and
  foolish, and then we regretted it. Please, let it stay in the past. I have a
  family—a child—to think of now.”
  
  
  His handsome mouth curled into a sneer. “You were ashamed of me, Madeleine?”
  he asked. “Is that it?”
  
  
  “By God, how dare you?” Madeleine did not even realize she had swung at him
  with her open hand until he seized hold of her wrist.
  
  
  He pulled her hard, almost fully against him. She could smell the heat of his
  skin. “Oh, I dare, madam,” he gritted, his mouth just inches from hers. “I
  dare because it is my right! I bought and paid for it with the blood you wrung
  out of my heart.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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