He just didn’t scratch where I itched mostly. As I was settling into being Catholic, he was sort of winding down his career, from what I can tell. I don’t have much interest in Church politics or sociology (though my work has *forced* me to pay attention to such things at times) and wasn’t attracted to his novels (hilariously recognizable at the grocery store because they always seems to feature a busty and scantily-glad woman reaching down to somebody–which I was later informed was supposed to symbolize divine grace to the reader of bodice rippers: “all things to all men” I guess).
Happily, Fr. Robert Barron writes him a very generous encomium here. Generously done.