“Sometimes Fairy Stories May Say Best What’s to be Said” by C.S. Lewis (Throwback Thursday)

Last year I introduced an occasional feature I call “Throwback Thursday.” This is where I find a blog post from the past–raiding either my own blog-hoard or someone else’s–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 needs a bit of spin time.

In this case, I want to repost Lewis’ classic piece, “Sometimes Fairy Stories May Say Best What’s to be Said.” It is, of course, such an important piece for understanding Lewis’ approach to writing. I posted this piece a few years ago, with a screenshot of the full article, hoping that it would be a resource for readers and writers. Over time, it has proved to be the 6th most popular C.S. Lewis post on A Pilgrim in Narnia. As I noticed that newer and, in my estimation, less important pieces were starting to take its place, I decided to throw it back out into the world. And as I did, I also noticed some things that intrigue me in the article.

First, Lewis links the vocation of the “poet” with that of “all imaginative writers”–an approach that I think needs recovery. Second, there is a kind of mystical or erotic pain that is involved in writing that is worth thinking about in C.S. Lewis’ biography. And yet, this poet’s tension is not like the utter dislocating angst of the poetic school that would soon appear on the scene, as the poet in Lewis’ view is not subject to a totalizing force like “inspiration” or “poetry.” Third, Lewis thinks that good writing requires a goodness or synchronicity of morality or meaning beyond its literary quality. I think that is a feature that is re-emerging today, and it is worth thinking more about.

And, of course, there are eminently quotable moments in this piece. I hope you enjoy.

Lion Witch Wardrobe by CS Lewis

Perhaps no one would be more surprised than C.S. Lewis himself at the success of his classic children’s stories, The Chronicles of Narnia. Hundreds of millions of copies of the Narnian tales have been sold in more than forty languages, and they are read and reread by children and adults everywhere. It won’t be surprising that C.S. Lewis’ Christian worldview emerges in Narnia, though some (like a character in one of Neil Gaiman‘s stories) can feel betrayed by this emergence. For some, the Christian ideas break into a world and destroy the artfulness and beauty of the series. For others, they assume that Lewis began with a Christian message and squeezed a story around it.

And, of course, there are some that read Narnia only for that message, as if the Narnian adventures were a substitute for flannelgraph nativity scenes in church basements.

But for Lewis, it was a much more complex and organic project. He speaks a bit about it in “On 3 Ways of Writing for Children” now in the essay collection, Of Other Worlds. Any reader of Lewis will need to know J.R.R. Tolkien’s essay, “On Fairy Tales.” But Lewis also shares some of his process of writing in a short article in The New York Times. Here is the bulk of what he said, copied from Of Other Worlds, with the full article attached below.

“Sometimes Fairy Stories May Say Best What’s to be Said”
C.S. Lewis, The New York Times, Nov 18, 1956

In the sixteenth century when everyone was saying that poets (by which they meant all imaginative writers) ought to please and instruct, Tasso made a valuable distinction. He said that the poet, as poet, was concerned solely with pleasing. But then every poet
was also a man and a citizen in that capacity he ought to, and would wish to, make his work edifying as well as pleasing.

Now I do not want to stick very close to the renaissance ideas of ‘pleasing’ and ‘instructing’.  Before I could accept either term it might need so much redefining that what was left of it at the end would not be worth retaining. All I want to use is the distinction between the author as author and the author as man, citizen, or Christian. What this comes to for me is that there are usually two reasons for writing an imaginative work,  which may be called Author’s reason and the Man’s. If only one of these is present, then, so far as I am concerned, the book will not be written. If the first is lacking, it can’t; if the second is lacking, it shouldn’t.

In the Author’s mind there bubbles up every now and then the material for a story. For me it invariably begins with mental pictures. This ferment leads to nothing unless it is accompanied with the longing for a Form: verse or prose, short story, novel, play or what not. When these two things click you have the Author’s impulse complete. It is now a thing inside him pawing to get out. He longs to see that bubbling stuff pouring into that Form as the housewife longs to see the new jam pouring into the clean jam jar. This nags him all day long and gets in the way of his work and his sleep and his meals. It’s like being in love.

While the Author is in this state, the Man will of course have to criticise the proposed book from quite a different point of view. He will ask how the gratification of this impulse will fit in with all the other things he wants, and ought to do or be. Perhaps the whole thing is too frivolous and trivial (from the Man’s point of view, not the Author’s) to justify the time and pains it would involve. Perhaps it would be unedifying when it was done. Or else perhaps (at this point the Author cheers up) it looks like being ‘good’, not in a merely literary sense, but ‘good’ all around.

Susan Narnia bow_battle Anna PopplewellThis may sound rather complicated but it is really very like what happens about other things. You are attracted by a girl; but is she the sort of girl you’d be wise, or right, to marry? You would like to have lobster for lunch; but does it agree with you and is it wicked to spend that amount of money on a meal? The Author’s impulse is a desire (it is very like an itch) and of course, like every other desire, needs to be criticised by the whole Man.

Let me now apply this to my own fairy tales. Some people seem to think that I began by asking myself how I could say something about Christianity to children; then fixed on the fairy tale as an instrument; then collected information about child-psychology and decided what age-group I’d write for; then drew up a list of basic Christian truths and hammered out ‘allegories’  to embody them. This is all pure moonshine. I couldn’t write in that way at all. Everything began with images; a faun carrying an umbrella,  a queen on a sledge, a magnificent lion. At first there wasn’t even anything Christian about them; that element pushed itself in of its own accord. It was part of the bubbling.

Then came the Form. As these images sorted themselves into events (i.e., became a story) they seemed to demand no love interest and no close psychology. But the Form which excludes these things is the fairy tale. And the moment I thought of that I fell in love with the Form itself: its brevity, its severe restraints on description, its flexible traditionalism,  its inflexible hostility to all analysis, digression, reflections and ‘gas’. I was now enamoured of it. Its very limitations of vocabulary became an attraction; as the hardness of the stone pleases the sculptor or the difficulty of the sonnet delights the sonneteer.

Tumnus & Lucy with Christmas packagesOn that side (as Author) I wrote fairy tales because the Fairy Tale seemed the ideal Form for the stuff I had to say. Then of course the Man in me began to have his turn. I thought I saw how stories of this kind could steal past a certain inhibition which had paralysed much of my own religion in childhood. Why did one find it so hard to feel as one was told one ought to feel about God or about the sufferings of Christ? I thought the chief reason was that one was told one ought to. An obligation to feel can freeze feelings. And reverence itself did harm.  The whole subject was associated with lowered voices; almost as if it were something medical.  But supposing that by casting all these things into an imaginary world, stripping them of their stained-glass and Sunday school associations, one could make them for the first time appear in their real potency? Could one not thus steal past those watchful dragons? I thought one could. That was the Man’s motive. But of course he could have done nothing if the Author had not been on the boil first.

You will notice that I have throughout spoken of Fairy Tales, not ‘children’s stories’. Professor J.R.R. Tolkien in The Lord of the Rings has shown that the connection between fairy tales and children is not nearly so close as publishers and educationalists think. Many children don’t like them and many adults do. The truth is, as he says, that they are now associated with children because they are out of fashion with adults; have in fact retired to the nursery as old furniture used to retire there,  not because the children had begun to like it but because their elders had ceased to like it. I was therefore writing ‘for children’ only in the sense that I excluded what I thought they would not like or understand; not in the sense of writing what I intended to be below adult attention. I may of course have been deceived, but the principle at least saves one from being patronising. I never wrote down to anyone;  and whether the opinion condemns or acquits my own work, it certainly is my opinion that a book worth reading only in childhood is not worth reading even then. The inhibitions which I hoped my stories would overcome in a child’s mind may exist in a grown-up’s mind too, and may perhaps be overcome by the same means.

The Fantastic or Mythical is a Mode available at all ages for some readers; for others, at none. At all ages, if it is well used by the author and meets the right reader,  it has the same power: to generalise while remaining concrete, to present in palpable form not
concepts or even experiences but whole classes of experience, and to throw off irrelevancies. But at its best it can do more; it can give us experiences we have never had and thus, instead of ‘commenting on life’,  can add to it. I am speaking, of course, about the thing itself, not my own attempts at it.  ‘Juveniles’;  indeed!  Am I to patronise sleep because children sleep sound? Or honey because children like it?

Sometimes Fairy Stories NYT 1956

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A Ham of Note in the History of Literature (Throwback Thursday)

Last year I introduced an occasional feature I call “Throwback Thursday.” This is where I find a blog post from the past–raiding either my own blog-hoard or someone else’s–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 needs a bit of spin time.

I keep coming back in my thinking to the Inklings and writing groups. I remain impressed by how important writing supports were for two of the biggest fantasy writers of the 20th century: J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Last summer I talked about how in an age of literary groups, some writers were alone. I was talking about L.M. Montgomery, but J.K. Rowling was certainly another who did her work by herself. When people talk to me online or in the street about Tolkien and Lewis, they love to hear stories about how their friendship encouraged there work. I remain sad about how their friendship faded, but here is a fun post from six years ago about the height of their collaboration. I hope once again that this highlights the value of writing friends and brings a smile to your face.

C.S. Lewis at his deskI suppose there is a tendency to imagine C.S. Lewis as an introspective, brooding sort of fellow. A friend of mine recently pointed out that this image may be because of Anthony Hopkins’ interpretation of Lewis in Shadowlands–a performance that has certainly left an imprint on me twenty years after last seeing it. But I think the image of Lewis captured in David Downing’s, Looking for the King, is far closer to the truth. Downing portrays an approachable, friendly, curious fellow with an affinity for cider and the laughter of close friends.

As much as I appreciate Hopkins’ performance, or did when I saw it, the more I read of Lewis’ journals and letters–not to mention the humour that laces his writing–the more I’m certain that Lewis loved laughter, and loved friendship.

There is a letter that C.S. Lewis wrote in 1948 that, I think, captures the humour that infiltrated Lewis’ life and the life his friends, the Inklings. It was after WWII, and although rationing had officially ceased, some things were simply impossible to get in England. Lewis’ letters of the period include dozens where he thanks people–usually Americans–for gifts they sent him in those lean days.

J R R Tolkien - Smoking Pipe Outdoors

One of these generous benefactors was a prominent American doctor, Warfield Firor. Dr Firor shared an extended correspondence with Lewis. Firor even invited him to visit his cottage in the Rocky Mountains, though Lewis could never make it. Throughout this post-WWII period, Dr Firor sent a number of gifts. These packages of meats and sweats and fortified drinks from Lewis’ fans, friends and supporters were always gratefully acknowledged.

And they were often shared.

One ham sent by Dr Firor, in particular, has become a ham of note in the history of literature. Here is a letter from Lewis dated March 12, 1948:

My dear Dr. Firor,

Though I have already written to thank you for your grand present of the ham, that letter was written before tasting it: and now having done so, I feel that common decency demands further and heartier thanks.

The fate of the ham was this: we have a small informal literary club which meets in my rooms every Thursday for beer and talk, and–in happier times–for an occasional dinner. And last night, having your ham to dine off, we had a meal which eight members attended. By diligent ‘scraping the bottom of the barrel’ in various colleges we got two bottles of burgundy and two of port: the college kitchen supplied soup, fish and a savoury: and we had a delightful evening. This by English standards is a banquet rarely met with, and all agreed that they had’nt eaten such a dinner for five years or more.

I enclose a little souvenir of the occasion which may amuse you.

With our very best thanks for all the happiness you gave us,

yours Ham-icably,
C.S. Lewis

Despite the hamhock pun, the reader can immediately see the light tone. This is the second official letter from the Oxford don regarding the ham–the previous one described it as “that magnificent ham.”

But there’s more.

There is also a note attached, a splendid specimen of Inklings humour. Walter Hooper includes a copy of the note in The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis: Volume II: Books, Broadcasts, and the War (1931-1949). It is a bit difficult to capture in print, but here it is:

Inklings List 1948 HamThe note, dated March 11, 1948, says:

The undersigned, having just partaken of your ham, have drunk your health:

IEagle & Childt then lists, in the fashion of great formality, the signatures of the Inklings as they sat at the table, with their titles, their Army roles, and their positions at the University.

Lewis adds this note to the bottom of the letter:

As some have not v. legible signatures, I had better say the list runs; C.S. Lewis, H. V. Dyson, Lord David Cecil, W. H. Lewis, C. Hardie, C. R. Tolkien, R. E. Havard, J. R. R. Tolkien. The order is just as we happened to be sitting. Tolkien père is the senior and T. fils the baby.

Dr Firor, who has a named chair at John Hopkins, would later go on to donate his Lewis collection to the Bodleian and sponsor important work in Lewis studies. And Lewis would go on to receive more packages from supporters. I read of one, once, that included fresh eggs, bacon, and butter–betraying a confidence in the postal system that I do not have.

I think, though, that this note, written in all its false seriousness, should dispel our image of Lewis or Tolkien as brooding intellectuals or humourless introverts. After all, the great Oxford Don and Cambridge Professor C.S. Lewis, the author of works of literature, critical theory, philosophy, and poetry, was able to sign a letter, “yours Ham-icably.”

It seems that C.S. Lewis was able to ham it up with the best of them.

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“The Rood of Time,” a Poem by Sørina Higgins

For the last couple of years, I have been reading women Christian poets. As my devotional poetry has been so soaked in the work of John Donne and George Herbert, some of this is my curiosity about how women approach the cross, God, beauty, art, and life. Some of this, though, is accidental–a stumble-upon effect that has led me from C.S. Lewis to Ruth Pitter, Dorothy L. Sayers, and Joy Davidman, or from my time at Regent College to Luci Shaw, Flannery O’Connor, and, in an indirect way, L.M. Montgomery. At the intersection of these two worlds–people working theologically in Inklings studies–are a number of poets who have deepened my reading. Among them is Sørina Higgins, a colleague at Signum University, editor of the awarding-winning The Inklings and King Arthur, and a scholar of modernist-era poets.

In a long-ago post called “Free Like Form” I shared a sestina and a villanelle from Sørina Higgins’ Caduceus. As some of Sørina’s poetry is formal, and as it is soaked through with water from the deep wells of our poetic history while remaining entirely within the contemporary moment, Caduceus is a great text for talking about the poetic vocation.

I recently reread this little volume and found myself coming back again and again to the same poem. Using Hebrew, Greek, Medieval, Renaissance, sacramental, mythological, botanical, and anatomical imagery in one short, etymologically rich lyric poem, Sørina leads us to think of creation itself as patterned after the cross. In a poem that captures C.S. Lewis’ idea of the mythohistoric unity—“The message and the messenger in one”—she loops creation, incarnation, cross, and resurrection into a single poetic vision.

In many ways “The Rood of Time” captures in 14 lines what it is taking me 100,000 words to describe, what I take to be the imaginative centre of C.S. Lewis’ spiritual theology. I’m still working on my 100,000 words, but here are Sørina’s 14 lines:

The Rood of Time

Almost at the blink of beresheet,
a tree grew—double-branched, caducous—
whose cruciform foreshadow bruised the subtle beast.

Round self-rolled on a caduceus,
raised by a sort of desert Buonarroti,
Leviathan watched God’s phalanges scribe Logos.

The message came in flesh: no wing-sped heels
but death. The Phoenix lifts its martyred head
again and shouts Afflatu from a Thuja tree.

The Beatific seer beholds the blood
quarter Malacandra with salvation:
the ecstatic Sacrifice held up in flaming red.

The message and the messenger in one:
the Ketuvim, the Koine, and the incarnation (39).

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The Tolkien Film and the Problem of Beauty: Guest Blog at the Forefront Festival

I was very much struck by the recently released Tolkien biopic and tried to capture a few of my thoughts about it in my note from last week. I also received an invitation from the Forefront Festival blog to share my thoughts. As they are a kind of Christian arts collective, I decided to think about my Tolkien experience and the thinness of much Christian art. As I said to one of their leaders, there are certainly thousands of faithful artists faithfully doing beautiful work. But I remain disappointed with mainstream Christian art. Watching the Tolkien film made me wonder whether, when it comes to art, Christians have a disordered relationship with the three transcendentals: truth, beauty, and goodness. I talk about it at the Forefront guest blog, where I also get to address my concern with Tolkien’s faith in the biopic in a roundabout way.


As a lover of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work, I have waited with wincing anticipation for the release of the new biopic. Honestly, I worried and fussed in all the days leading up to the screening of Tolkien.

On the one hand, I really wanted to love this film. I love biopics, where in the warp and weft of great filmmaking, a director weaves together the threads of a person’s biography into a work of fiction that is true in ways deeper than chronology and census registry. And, of course, I love his worlds: Tolkien’s work as a Christian artist and intellectual has shaped me in profound ways.

On the other hand….

Read more at the Forefront Festival blog, click here.

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900th Post! And an Update

It’s my 900th post! Why not take a look at some of the blog stats and then provide an update? Since I’m in charge, my answer to that question is “no reason at all!”

In general, things are going pretty well. It looks like we’ll hit 750,000 views by the end of  May. Last month was the third biggest month ever on A Pilgrim in Narnia, partly because of Kat Coffin’s great post on the Problem of Susan and the engaging discussion that followed. These stats are encouraging since I have reduced content to one new post a week–and less than that this spring. 2019 might be the first year without growth, but it will be close. 2017-2018 was a really strong season, but it is nice to have some forward motion.

I thought I would look a little deeper at the stats and discovered, with some amazement, that I have written over a million words. Here are some of the other stats:

  • 745,031 views (as of this morning)
  • 7,064 followers
  • 15,955 comments
  • 9,518 likes
  • 1,219 average words per post
  • 1,090,893 total words

These are encouraging results. It looks like I’ll hit 1,000,000 views by about Christmas 2020. Digital dance party?

Now for a wee update. There has been a really encouraging result to my recent review, “My Defiant Appreciation of the Biopic Tolkien.” I clearly was not alone in wanting to love the film, and many people enjoyed it and found it moving and compelling as I did. I have another review coming out this week with the Forefront Festival. In my guest post, I’m talking about the disordered relationship between the three transcendentals in much of Christian art.

I said that I wanted to talk about Tolkien, faith, and love in tomorrow’s post, but it may have to wait. I’ve received a scholarship to attend a writing retreat this weekend, so I’m using it as an opportunity to work on the super fine details of my thesis. There’s also great food there.

I am submitting my thesis by the end of the month, with the hope to defend in August. This means a marathon run toward submission, no longer editing to cut but now to clarify and avoid red herrings and mare’s nests. I have 331 pages to edit, 1334 footnotes to check, and a 40-page works cited to perfect. I am also going through all my old notes and rereading a few hundred pages of critical material.

It’s a lot to do.

All this to say that my Tolkien, faith, and love post won’t be complete until next Monday or Tuesday, and I’m not going to have internet access for the next few days. This means I won’t be able to respond to all the blog comments (which have been strong and worth reading, for those peeking in).

So enjoy the content, feel free to share, and enjoy the comment conversations. And if you can get to the Tolkien biopic, I hope you enjoy!

 

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