Reading
Last night, I finished Perelandraby C.S. Lewis, a book that I started back when my father was in the hospital. Perelandra is the second in Lewis’ Space Trilogy, the first of which is Out of the Silent Planet and is concluded with That Hideous Strength.
Unlike Lewis’ famous Chronicles of Narnia series, these books do not wrap elements of Christianity in metaphor. Rather, Lewis simply sets out to set several science-fiction journeys somewhat reminiscent of Verne and Wells in a universe consistent with his religious beliefs. What at first appears to be metaphor in Perelandra quickly reveals to be just another chapter in a story that both extends and closely parallels events in the Book of Genesis.
While I almost always enjoy seeing mythology and religion expressed in works of science fiction (eg. Wolfe, Chesterton, Tolkein, Gaiman, etc.), something about Lewis’ sometimes snarky and morally simplistic expositions doesn’t quite work for me. The narrator in these books are nowhere as pronounced as they are in the Narnia books, yet I can still clearly hear the author’s ideaologies chiming through almost like clockwork.
I love Lewis’ writing, I really do. His diction, turn of phrase, everything is just brilliant in its imagery and storytelling. I just get tired of him preaching at the expense of his imagination. Others have managed to slip ideas through in their stories without such a compromise, so its not as if it couldn’t be done. From what I’ve read, Tolkein even bugged Lewis about how transparent his metaphors were with Narnia, even though they shared each other’s Christian beliefs. Tolkein likewise managed to keep a decent amount of Christian imagery in his Lord of the Rings, painting from a vast palette of his imagination (with a little assist from existing mythology) and telling a fantastic story but without treading too heavily into his religion.
That all considered, I would gladly read Lewis over many, many others around today. His strong narrative voice has even made me appreciative of other authors like Lemony Snicket and Philip Pullman, demonstrating other layers to their works that without Lewis would go unnoticed. I haven’t yet even purchased the third book in the Space Trilogy, and a friend has warned me that its quite different in scope and style than the previous two. So long as Lewis’ wit and very British sensability is still there, I’m sure it will be fantastic.






