Simon Called Peter

By Robert Keable

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In Robert Keable's evocative novel, "Simon Called Peter," readers are invited into a rich tapestry of spiritual exploration and personal transformation set against the backdrop of post-World War I society. The narrative unfolds through the life of a British clergyman, Simon, who grapples with the complexities of faith, love, and the moral dilemmas of human existence. Keable's prose is imbued with lyrical beauty, employing vivid imagery and deep psychological insight, which reflects the modernist tendencies of the early 20th century while delving into themes of redemption and the search for meaning. Robert Keable, a British author born in 1887, had a diverse background in literature and theology that deeply informed his writing. His experiences as a clergyman and his travels across Europe exposed him to a variety of perspectives on faith and spirituality, ultimately shaping the profoundly introspective nature of "Simon Called Peter." Keable's unique blend of personal reflection and social critique allows readers to interrogate the tensions between religious conviction and human desires, making his work particularly resonant in a tumultuous historical context. This novel is highly recommended for those interested in the intersections of faith and personal identity, as well as for readers seeking a nuanced exploration of faith's role in the modern world. "Simon Called Peter" offers a compelling meditation on the essence of belief, making it an enduring classic that continues to invite dialogue among its readers.

World War Coming of Age Psychological Journey Gods & Mortals Identity Rebellion Tragic Romance Healing

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GenreChristian & Inspirational, Romance

Length11 hrs 48 mins

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Publish dateSep 4, 2022

LanguageEnglish

1PART I

12CHAPTER I

2CHAPTER I

13CHAPTER II

3CHAPTER II

14CHAPTER III

4CHAPTER III

15CHAPTER IV

5CHAPTER IV

16CHAPTER V

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6CHAPTER V

17CHAPTER VI

7CHAPTER VI

18CHAPTER VII

8CHAPTER VII

19CHAPTER VIII

9CHAPTER VIII

20CHAPTER IX

10CHAPTER IX

21Part at least of Julie&#x27;s programme was fulfilled to the letter, for they lay long in bed talking—desultory, reminiscent talk, which sent Peter&#x27;s mind back over the months and the last few days, even after Julie was asleep in the bed next his. Like a pageant, he passed, in review scene after scene, turning it over, and wondering at significances that he had not before, imagined. He recalled their first meeting, that instantaneous attraction, and he asked himself what had caused it. Her spontaneity, freshness, and utter lack of conventionality, he supposed, but that did not seem to explain all. He wondered at the change that had even then come about in himself that he should have been so entranced by her, He went over his early hopes and fears; he thought again of conversations with Langton; and he realised afresh how true it was that the old authorities had dwindled away; that no allegiance had been left; that his had been a citadel without a master. And then Julie moved through his days again—Julie at Caudebec, daring, iconoclastic, free; Julie at Abbeville, mysterious, passionate, dominant; Julie at Dieppe—ah, Julie at Dieppe! He marvelled that he had held out so long after Dieppe, and then Louise rose before him. He understood Louise less than Julie, perhaps, and with all the threads in his hand he failed to see the pattern. He turned over restlessly. It was easy to see how they had come to be in London; it would have been more remarkable if they had not so come together; but now, what now? He could not sum up Julie amid the shifting scenes of the last few days. She had been so loving, and yet, in a way, their love had reached no climax. It had, indeed, reached what he would once have thought a complete and ultimate climax, but plainly Julie did not think so. And nor did he—now. The things of the spirit were, after all, so much greater than the things of the flesh. The Julie of Friday night had been his, but of this night…? He rolled over again. What had she meant at the play? He told himself her tears were simple emotion, her laughter simple reaction, but he knew it was not true….

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