At A Pilgrim in Narnia, we have an occasional feature called “Throwback Thursday.” By raiding either my own blog-hoard or someone else’s, I find a blog post from the past and throw it back out into the digital world. This might be an idea or book that is now relevant again, or a concept I’d like to think about more, or even “an oldie but a goodie” that I think you might enjoy.
In rereading John Bunyan’s classic spiritual journey tale, The Pilgrim’s Progress, I wrote a piece that was a way of sideways speaking about the book: “The Sloo/Slow/Sluff of Despond: Today’s Word of the Day and a Spiritual Truth in John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress.” I kind of like that whimsical piece. I struggle to find sympathy for this book–despite the fact that people I respect and read find him life-giving and provocative and influential. After my “Sloo/Slow/Sluff” reflection, a remarking conversation in the comments has popped up. In the midst of a busy term, I tried both to enjoy those comments and to write a more substantial reflection on my reading experience of Bunyan. Both faltered, and yet I wanted to reflect somehow on the book before the pages become more distant in my mind. Thus, I decided to update this 2013 piece, “What Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress Teaches us about English and Education“–perhaps reminding the reader to remember that I have read the book a few times since, but didn’t want to lose the heart of this reaction.
How the decades go as we are on the road! I hope this adds some opportunity for reflection on your journey.
Way back in the heady days of the early 2010s, one of my first posts on A Pilgrim in Narnia was the confession that I had not really ever read John Bunyan’s classic The Pilgrim’s Progress (1678). I am pretty sure that I have pretended to read it over the years, nodding knowingly when it was brought up in classes or book talks.
And yet, new the story pretty well. People do talk about the book, I had read parts of the story at points in my life, and I had enjoyed the Marvel Comics adaptation as a graphic novel. Especially, I had played the protagonist, Christian, in an amateur musical in college–certainly a deep immersion in the tale.
But the truth is that I had never really sat down and gone through Bunyan’s book–even when preparing for the stage part. I had always, like the weak-willed character Pliable, became mired in the text somewhere around the Slough of Despond (page 23 in my edition), and found myself turning back. Like Pliable in his way, I shouted out to all who had recommended this book:
“Is this the happiness you have told me all this while of?”
As a Pliable reader, I had never progressed. As I admitted in that early blog post, “The Pilgrim’s Regress and the Reader’s Progress,” may have been one of the reasons I felt so lost in first reading C.S. Lewis’ own allegorical journey tale, The Pilgrim’s Regress (1932).
Whether it is a literary accomplishment or not I have (speaking here in 2013), finally, read Bunyan’s allegorical travelogue—not just the story of Christian, but the sequel about Christiana (his wife) and her children. I was spurred on to Bunyan again by a local colleague, Dr. Shannon Murray, who studies Bunyan’s work as children’s literature.
What surprised me about Murray’s scholarship is the journey of The Pilgrim’s Progress as literature itself. At a recent presentation she gave, she noted that Bunyan’s illicit conversion narrative was met with indignation by his educated coreligionists. People who liked the content of the Progress—those who agreed with Bunyan’s work as a spiritual handbook—blamed it for not being Milton. Almost immediately there was an adaptation published in Miltonic verse to counter the “vulgar” Bunyan original.
Over time, through myriad editions and adaptations, hat began as a dream narrative in everyday, simple language eventually found its way to the children’s lit shelf, as Murray notes:
“For over two centuries, The Pilgrim’s Progress was essential reading not in the university classroom but in the nursery, adopted by children who, like Louisa May Alcott’s Jo March in Little Women (1868), revelled in the journey and the adventure of Bunyan’s allegory. As a children’s book, it was so common that Frances Hodgson Burnett, L.M. Montgomery and Mark Twain could assume a basic knowledge of Christian’s journey from the City of Destruction to the Celestial City…. While Emily in Montgomery’s Emily of New Moon (1923) is proud to have both read and enjoyed Bunyan’s allegory (the only book her devout aunts let her read on Sundays), Huckleberry Finn famously judged that the allegory is ‘about a man that left his family, it didn’t say why. I read considerable in it now and then. The statements was interesting, but tough’” (Shannon Murray, “A Book for Boys and Girls: Or, Country Rhimes for Children: Bunyan and Literature for Children,” in The Cambridge Companion to Bunyan, 120).
Though I probably had an advantage going into the book, like Huck Finn I thought there were some tough things in it. There are pages of doctrinal discussions, where the allegorical characters are splitting hairs over issues that even I—who have studied evangelical theology—can’t see the significance of the distinctions.
My biggest struggle might be that I found the middle fifty pages of each book to be a bit dull. I can’t for the life of me figure out why everyone gets married near the end of Christiana’s tale. Moreover, the Progress doesn’t capture the subtleties of temptation that make the path of Christian pilgrimage so very dangerous. Vanity Fair, for example, is garish and obvious. The real temptation of consumerism, as I perceive it, is the warm bath of normalcy, where the shocking reality that we treat people like transferable commodities is a simple matter of everyday policy. I suspect that an allegory simply can’t capture these subtleties without losing its universal appeal.
Rather than “tough,” though, when I got past the doctrinal minutia I actually found much of the book easy to read. “Vulgar” language has not changed much in the 325 years since it was written. I only had to look up a couple of words and I knew all of the allegorical allusions.
And yet, As Murray notes, Bunyan’s Christian allegory is now part of the university curriculum, and I suspect many students find it a challenging read. The Pilgrim’s Progress is also the benefactor (or victim!) of adaptations designed to make it more accessible. Most people who encounter Christian’s story, I would guess, encounter it through popular versions like Enid Blyton’s The Land Far Beyond (1942) or the Marvel Comic adaptation (1993)—both of which I have actually read!
So the literary history of The Pilgrim’s Progress is an intriguing one. It began as a street-language Christian handbook, and then migrated toward the nursery, being one of the few good books that children could read (especially on Sundays). By Mark Twain’s time, even though the story is well known, a Huck Finn character might find the language a bit of a challenge. A generation later Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Emily character can be proud that she is able to read and understand what was once a children’s book. About that time The Religious Tract Society of London is printing an evangelistic version, with some obsolete words translated and eight colour illustrations, for “readers of every class” (4)—the version that I have, incidentally. As the century moves on, the university takes up Bunyan’s Dream as an academic study. Now Bunyan is hard, intellectual, historical, and best fed to us in short bits with colourful pictures (or stage musicals with a bad actor as the leading man).
I write this not to brag at my own accomplishment in reading the original (or blush at my heretofore embarrassing display of literary cowardice), but to show the nature of how language works. It was Tyndale, I believe, whose work was developed into the King James Bible. And it was Tyndale who once quipped,
“I defy the pope and his laws! If God spares my life, in a few years a plowboy shall know more of the Scriptures than you do.”*
Tyndale imagined his translation as “vulgar,” and now the King James is the height of English poetry and requires a sophisticated readership. We ease into Shakespeare in high school, training our brains to appreciate plays that were enjoyed by the street class illiterati who paid a penny to stand and watch.
When I read C.S. Lewis’ The Pilgrim’s Regress for the first time in 2011, it was a real struggle. With hundreds of often un-translated French, Italian, German, Latin, and Greek words and phrases, Lewis’ little spiritual allegory is intimidating. Rereading it again this year, having educated myself in Lewis’ world and works, and it is much more approachable. This realization leads me to suspect that had I taken up Bunyan’s travelogue two years ago I would have struggled more than I did.
Not only has language moved on, but so has education. We are simply less educated than the readers of the past. Snd yet, as a reader, my education continues, and I can find my way into texts that were “tough” in the past.
In either case, despite having conquered Bunyan’s “Similitude of a Dream,” I have more literary backfilling to do. It makes me wonder if Marvel Comics has turned yet to James Joyce.
Actually, according to Foxe, he said, “I defy the Pope, and all his laws; and if God spares my life, ere many years, I will cause the boy that driveth the plow to know more of the Scriptures than thou dost!” But, as you know, language does evolve!