People who instantly recognize the name “C.S. Lewis” almost certainly think of him as the author of the Chronicles of Narnia, frequently as the author of The Space Trilogy and a lot of Christian apologetics, and occasionally as that guy who died the same day as Jackie O’s first husband. Only the hard cases will peg him as the author of Till We Have Faces, a retelling of the myth of Psyche and Eros from the point of Psyche’s eldest sister.
I’m one of those hard cases. I just finished re-reading it at a fairly deliberate (a chapter a night for the past several weeks), and while I still think it’s the best-written of Lewis’s fiction, I also found myself bugged by the story’s resolution: by Orual’s change of opinion regarding the character of the gods. Frankly it’s easier for me to buy that the aged Queen of Glome had simply gone batty than that Ungit/Aphrodite had been a misunderstood and benevolent force for good all along.
But that’s just me. Anybody else have a thought on the subject?