Blog #7
Till We Have Faces was probably my
favorite novel by Lewis that I’ve read so far. Honestly, it was unlike anything
else I’ve seen that he’s written. There was a certain darkness and heaviness to
it, not to mention him writing through the eyes of a woman. In and through the
dark tone, there was a great deal of beauty to it.
The movement of the novel was also skillfully crafted. The
two divisions of the book, and of Orual’s sight, I thought were brilliant. In
the first we process and ask questions with
her and in the second she suddenly has a clarity that she shares with the
reader. The latter of which was so profound it ought to be read five times.
I also
thought the use of the visions at the end was fascinating and pivotal. She has
to see everything on a symbolic and
mythic level in order to understand the reality of her life.
I thought
the Fox’s story of transformation was notable as well. The paragon of logic and
philosophy confessing to the witness of the gods that he regrets teaching Orual
that the poets and myth-speakers were liars. He seems to move from a small
story to a bigger story, a logical world to an enchanted world. Even still, it
seems like his logical world is more enchanted than that of an average person
of my generation.
I wonder if
this is part of Lewis’s story as well, or if he struggled with that tension in
any degree. That is, the tension between supreme, straightforward rationality, and
sweeping, ambiguous story.
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