Music and Mortality

I found myself inspired today to re-read the Narnia series again. I had a wonderful time reading - and blogging about - the series a couple of years ago, but it's the kind of reading feeding material that deserves a regular visit I think.

So I sat down - or rather lay down - this afternoon with the Magician's Nephew. I'm a quick reader, but I forced myself to slow down, almost reading aloud, for the many beautiful passages describing the creation of Narnia. I could almost hear Aslan's voice singing Narnia into being, then the stars joining in, and the shear fruitfulness of the ground that cannot help but respond. My whole mind and body responds even to the thought of that singing, with recognition and joy, like a forgotten memory. Singing, yes - Jesus! O to have been there - but then we will be next time!

Speaking of heavenly music, a recent discovery has been 'Spem in Alium' by Thomas Tallis (listen to it sung by the Tallis Scholars on YouTube). A truly beautiful choral piece, it requires 8 choirs of 5 parts each (40 singing parts in total) and is designed for a cathedral. Rich and complex yet pure and simple, the interweaving melodies are haunting then joyful; completely wonderful. I would absolutely love to go to a live performance of this - and would travel a fair distance - so if anyone hears of a performance anywhere, please let me know!

But back to the Magician's Nephew. There's a moment at the beginning of Narnia when Aslan 'calls' the Cabbie's wife and she suddenly appears, whisked away from the Earth in the middle of her laundry! I was shocked to discover my reaction to this event - what, give her no warning? but what if she wanted to bring something? say goodbye? - and forced to reflect on my own silliness (even as the questions raced through my mind, I was simultaneously appalled and amused!). But actually it was not the mortality question necessarily that rocked me, the fact that of course we can't take anything when we die, but actually the conviction that I am too attached to 'things'.

What 'thing' left on Earth could possibly matter when brought to this wonderful new place of Narnia - why should she need or miss anything when Aslan himself is there? I know this will be true when we meet Jesus and live with him on the new Earth, so why do I have this attachment to 'things' that have no lasting value? I couldn't even think of anything particular I might have wanted to pick up had it been me whisked away - it was a general sense of disattachment. I have had the general sense for a number of months now that I want to 'lighten the load' and get rid of some stuff, because I have too many things, so this was an encouragement to me that that's true. I want to lose some of the excess weight, tone up, lighten up, be more flexible, temporary, ready to leave... So it's going to be 'give away' season! (feel free to help out! :)

Quote from The Silver Chair (or John 6.44!)

"You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you," said the Lion.
"Then you are Somebody, Sir?" asked Jill.
"I am."

End of the story..?

I finally got to the Last Battle the other night, and it just blew me away. Far too much to talk about here - ask me about it if you see me though!
I'm still reflecting on some of the things it brought up in me so I might write something in a few days...

Overall I've found reading the books again has had far more impact on me than I'd have expected. I'm still reeling, from the last book especially. My times reading them have had almost a devotional quality and left me praising God and reflecting on my life. Lewis' genius is in painting a picture so spot-on in its representation of the truth of the Gospel, and the mysteries of a spiritual universe, that it leaves you with a bigger picture of reality, rather than a reduced one. For example, the picture of Jesus as a Lion has not reduced him to such in my mind, rather it has expanded my expectations and my praise. For in the end it's the Truth underpinning the stories and images that hits you between the eyes, rather than anything about the stories themselves.

There's something in Lewis' imagery that has helped me to articulate truths in myself, to give vocabulary to ideas lying unformed and to expand my view of the Universe. Behold the power of a story.

The Silver Chair

I love this book, I'm left with so much to think about. The journey that Jill and Eustace take reminds me somewhat of the Pilgrim's Progress. It's a story about life, about failure, grace and redemption.

They're given instructions for their quest, which they more or less fail to carry out correctly, but Aslan hasn't abandoned them entirely and turns up to nudge them back on track. Interestingly, the only challenge they do not fail is the last, and most important. At this point, it is in their acknowledgement of their previous failures that they have the strength to carry out this last - and most dangerous - instruction: "They had muffed three already; they daren't muff the fourth." When it really counts, they remember the command and understand they must obey whatever the consquences.

One of my favourite moments of the whole series occurs at the beginning of this book, when Jill first meets Aslan. The following conversation is one of the longest conversations Aslan has in the books. It reminds me of the story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well (John 4) - similarly one of the longest conversations Jesus has with a single individual in the Gospels. Like the Samaritan woman, Jill is after some water. And Aslan is in the way.

He offers her a drink from the stream: "If you're thirsty, you may drink."
Jill is not convinced, too fearful to drink while a lion watches.
"Will you promise not to - do anything to me, if I do come?" she asks him.
"I make no promise" says the Lion.
Jill asks him if he eats girls and his reply is not terribly comforting:
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms"
She does not dare drink.
"Then you will die of thirst," says the Lion
"...I suppose I must look for another stream then," she tells him.
"There is no other stream."
I love this dialogue. The strength of the Lion, unchanging and dangerous, giving her the facts, refusing to budge or to be less than he is. There's an unmoveable sense about him, despite Jill's fears, asking him to step out of the way. And of course she does drink from the stream in the end.

There's also a nice bit towards the end, when Puddleglum stamps on the enchanted fire.
"the pain itself made Puddleglum's head for a moment perfectly clear and he knew exactly what he really thought. There is nothing like a good shock of pain for dissolving certain kinds of magic." The enchantment the witch was weaving was one of forgetfulness, forgetting the reality they had known of sky and sun and Aslan. Pain does indeed have the power to jolt us out of a daze.

Puddleglum goes on to explain to the witch that even if this remembered reality were a dream.."Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things - trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself"...then he prefers the dream to the 'reality' of the sunless lands below.
"We're just babies making up a game if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow."

And his best line yet, one that rings so true for me,
"I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia."

Voyages

I enjoyed The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and all the different adventures they have on their way to the edge of the world, but I have to admit it's not been one of my favourites so far. I have the feeling though, that perhaps there are further depths to some elements of this story than occured to me on this reading. Do you know the feeling that there might be more beneath that you're not seeing...?

I enjoyed the island of the Dufflepuds and the wizard Coriakin. As he says, they are a stupid people but he is rather fond of them, and "impatient, waiting for the day when they can be governed by wisdom instead of this rough magic."
"All in good time," Aslan says, explaining that he will not show himself to them yet because he would frighten them out of their senses!

I love the last section of the book, when they reach the end of the world. The imagery is so beautiful and unexpected. I love the sea of lilies and the water that sustains them, then the way the Sun gets bigger and brighter until they can see the mountains of Aslan's country behind. Reepicheep's final voyage into the unknown is one of my favourite character moments in the books - his desire for a last great adventure knows no doubts or fear.."he was quivering with happiness".

And then they're invited to a breakfast of fish with the Lamb.. who of course turns out to be Aslan. I love the way this echoes the risen Jesus inviting his disciples to breakfast on the shores of the Sea of Galilee (John 21). Lewis excels in picturing these moments in such a way that it enriches my understanding and appreciation of the original story without adding anything extra to it. Here, the children having breakfast with the pure white Lamb makes my image of Jesus by the lake stand out so much clearer!

Lucy asks Aslan whether he will tell them how to reach his country and he answers in his usual style: "I shall be telling you all the time...it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder." What a great description!

Prince Caspian

This book didn't have much of an impact on me and I find I don't have much to say.
As ever, I find myself waiting for Aslan to turn up..and indeed he does, but in a slightly mysterious fashion! I like the way Edmund sticks up for Lucy this time, despite pressure from the others.

There's also the slightly bizarre section after they meet Aslan and the girls join him for a 'Romp'. Bacchus and Silenus turn up and it's all pretty crazy, (and pagan!). As Susan says, "I wouldn't have felt safe with Bacchus and all his wild girls if we'd met them without Aslan."

One of the most interesting sections of the book is when Nikabrik the dwarf, becoming impatient with the lack of action and with waiting around for the children to come (or not) decides to take matters into his own hands.
"Either Aslan is dead or he is not on our side...anyway, he was in Narnia only once that I heard of, and he didn't stay long. You may drop Aslan out of the reckoning. I was thinking of someone else."
He argues that Aslan didn't stay very long ("he just fades out of the story") and the Kings and Queens he established didn't last, but the Witch "ruled for a hundred years...there's power if you like. There's something practical!"
Caspian points out that she was a worse tyrant than Miraz but Nikabrik is not to be dissuaded, arguing that she got on ok with the dwarfs. Then he makes his most foolish statement yet: "We're not afraid of the Witch."

To the reader his naiveté, (in thinking he can control the Witch) is obvious, but how often do we play games with the enemy, or dabble in sin, thinking we can keep the reins and stay in control? At this point I hear Pete M. adding 'Do not underestimate the power of the Dark Side'!

The Horse and His Boy

This is one of my favourite of the Narnia books - the tale of two children and two talking horses making their way to Narnia. In terms of stories, this adventure - and the characters in it - has always appealed to me, providing some real food for thought in terms of life journeys and 'destiny'. And Aslan's appearance at the end provides some of my favourite moments of 'revelation' in the books:

Shasta meets Aslan and learns that all the lions (and a cat) he has encountered on his travels were in fact just one lion. Shasta asks him "Who are you?" and the lion replies, three times, "Myself".

Bree's comments about how Aslan couldn't possibly be a real lion, but maybe just 'as strong as a lion' or 'as fierce as a lion'.. "quite absurd to suppose he is a real lion. Indeed it would be disrespectful. If he was a lion he'd have to be a Beast just like the rest of us." and then Aslan tickles him with a whisker!

The mare, Hwin, on meeting Aslan:
"..you're so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I'd rather be eaten by you than fed by anyone else."

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Well, what to say about a classic?!

It's difficult enough to narrow down my favourite bits..

- the Professor's surprising reaction when Peter and Susan are worried about Lucy: "a charge of lying against someone whom you have always found truthful is a very serious thing; a very serious thing indeed."

- the Beavers explain that Aslan is returning
"...don't you know? He's the King. He's the Lord of the whole wood.."
(it made me think of "Do you not know? Have you not heard that the LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth?" Isaiah 40:28)

- the snow melts for Spring has come! "Your winter has been destroyed, I tell you! This is Aslan's doing." says the Witch's dwarf. ('Even the demons know who I am.' The Witch has no power beyond what is allowed her)

- Mr Beaver objects to the Witch calling herself 'Queen of Narnia' but Aslan calms him: "Peace, Beaver..All names will soon be restored to their proper owners. In the meantime we will not dispute about them."
(I love how much this comment reveals Aslan's certainty, for lack of a better word. He knows what the proper order of things is and sees no need to debate it. The Witch has been queen, but only allowed to be so for a time, now nearing its end)

- the Witch's glee at her victory: "And now, who has won? Fool, did you think that by all this you would save the human traitor? ...Understand that you have given me Narnia forever, you have lost your own life and you have not saved his." (How Satan must have gloated at the cross and how gloriously wrong!)

- And, of course, the breaking of the Stone Table and the reappearance of Aslan, alive once more! This is such a wonderful scene, and I love the way it's the girls who witness it as the women do in the Gospels. Aslan tells them of a "magic deeper still" and follows it with a "romp such as no one has ever had except in Narnia". And then he Roars, bending the trees before him like grass in the wind. He's back - and more himself than ever!

The magic begins

I've just finished reading The Magician's Nephew, part of my plan to read all the Narnia books again over half term. I really enjoyed my escape to that magical world and encountering once more the beauty, strength and grace of the Lion..formidable yet impossible to resist. Aslan is so wonderfully real for me in reflecting the character and majesty of Jesus. As an allegory he works on so many levels and I find so many truths in the reflection..definitely someone I recognise! (is that heretical?!) I find there's something in the character of Aslan that helps me to understand (and worship) something more in the person of Jesus every time that I read it, perhaps the slightly unusual perspective helps...?

Anyway, here's a few of my favourite moments:
- the Lion's song
- Uncle Andrew has tried so hard not to hear that he stops being able to..
- Aslan says he knows the Cabby and asks if he recognises him
- Aslan explains why the fruit the witch took from the Tree will give her endless days but neither real Life nor joy. But the apple he gives Diggory as a gift brings life and healing to his mother.

Enjoyable and lots to consider but it's not the best of the books and I'm looking forward to striking on further... onwards and upwards!

Pullman talks nonsense on Narnia

Like Hilary, I have been reading the debate on the BBC website regarding Philip Pullman's comments on the forthcoming Narnia films.

I've never taken part in one of these 'Have Your Say' moderated debates before and thought i'd have a go at adding my views. I wonder if they'll be 'printed'?

Just in case they're not, I thought i'd put them here instead..:-)

"It's fascinating to hear such a range of views on a subject I didn't realise was so in question. Narnia is a fictional world, and the book tells a fictional story, but like all good stories it contains both the familar and unfamilar. In his books CS Lewis retells the 'big story' and in this sense it's neither a (teaching) parable or a evangelistic tool, but reflects reality as he saw it. Thus the clear parallels between his tale and the Christian story of love and sacrifice and resurrection. Pullman's curious comments about the lack of love in the books remain a mystery...as someone previously commented, Aslan's death reveals a story centred on love: 'What greater love than this, that a man should lay down His life for His friend.'"