In a style that is simple, apt, eloquent, vivid, concrete [An Offering of Uncles] touches on every little thing, but also reaches down to every deep thing and up to every high thing, and so provokes in the reader a wonderful perturbation in the rediscovery of the glory of life. He who speaks to us in these pages is a person, and it is the splendor of this person that he is a heretic to our times. . . . The heresy in Capon's proclamation [becomes] apparent: 'Things do matter, they do mean . . . that man has something to do with history is no delusion. . . . We were meant to mean: shape and history are our native air.' While this theme runs all through the writing, it is made theologically explicit in the preface and dramatically vivid in the epilogue, which blends a litany with daily life, prayer, and poetry with infidelity and death and hope and delight. And this heresy is case in the teeth of all the Apostles of the Absurd, the Mess, the Cruel, the Evil, and the Empty. . . . Get this book for yourself by whatever means. . . . It will help you to recover your humanity.

(from the back of the paperback version)