Madeleine L'Engle has died at the age of 88. I still remember reading A Wrinkle in Time, in a UK paperback edition that was a tenth birthday gift from my friend, Eleanor. I met L'Engle once, in the late 1970s, when she was kind enough to let me interview her for my college magazine. I always admired her ability to write anywhere, any time--and to imagine any Where, any Time.
Who didn't want to be a member of the Murray family, and have a scientist mother who cooks stew on the Bunsen burner? As I grew older I found her depiction of family life unrealistically idealized, but that didn't stop me from wanting to read about everything that happened to her characters.
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