#lewis things

[f1-disaster-bi]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNHbowPSUPXKH-VfeBg/

Listening to this without smiling is impossible 🤣❤️

Honestly the best Lewis and Lando Monster vid 😂

Both of their laughs are so contagious. You can't not laugh along with them. You have to crack a smile and laugh because they have such good laughs.

[giffingthingsss]

I finally read Till We Have Faces. Wasn't expecting it to slap.

I mean I get why it's a little less accessible (pre-greek and greek culture and all that). There's a reason I never tried it.

One thing that surprised me was how much Lewis is Orual. I was expecting to see more Joy coming through, and I definitely think there's stuff in there, but Orual (and to a lesser extent Psyche) is heavily Lewis, imho. (at one point my brain went to Lewis being like 'i would be one ugly woman' which I'm sure has nothing to do with anything but made me laugh)

So there's the spiritual/psychological themes (Orual's thinking and then the reversal of it and her suddenly seeing herself in a different light, etc...) but then there's this middle section that suddenly becomes a girl power novel.

Stuff like the fight and intrigue is legit thrilling. The Fox and Orual's relationship genuinely moved me. The portrayal of the time period is blunt and not sugar-coated. Her father's death scene is so unique and I loved that whole thing.

It's almost legit distracting that Lewis' name is on it. This is the book that should be under a pseudonym or something. It's so different from what you expect him to write that looking at his name at the top of the page throws me.

Joy talked it over with him, and I would love to know (beyond getting a female point of view down) what specifically she helped with, but I think they saw more eye to eye than not and likely generated a kind of feedback loop.

Orual's complex hero/villain status reminds me a lot Joy's Anya novel (which is impossible to find but I managed to get a hold of). She has a very open, frank style, unafraid to show a main character's flaws. The sheer honesty.

Also couldn't help but think of Minto as Orual, her purported possessiveness and resentment of anything that might take Jack away from her. I suppose there's Psyche and Orual in everyone to some extent.

I do picture Joy sitting in the corner during the discussion about Bardia only seeing Orual as a male friend thinking, 'hm. Wonder what that's like?' *stares at Lewis* 'Must suck.'

[f1-disaster-bi]

Everytime i see lewis i want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him 🥰

Big, big mood anon 🥹

Lewis looked so happy and proud tonight to be in Ferrari red, and i have to say the red suited him.

I'm excited to see him at Ferrari. He has so much love for this sport and it's history, and I don't know....I'm just excited to see him with such a historic team.

I really hope this season is good for him 🥹

[giffingthingsss]

Interesting that there were going to be some revisions. I wonder if he would have sewn up this particular plot hole:

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I would leave you the trouble of my heart To trouble you at evening; I would perplex you With lightning coming and going about my head, Outrageous signs and wonders; I would leave you The shape of my body filled with images, The shape of my mind filled with imaginations, The shape of myself. I would create myself In a little fume of words and leave my words After my death to kiss you forever and ever.

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You think you've found every heartbreaking account out there and then -

I sent him at The Kilns my final chapter towards the end of June 1960. He returned it approved on 6 July.... He concluded by wishing me good luck, adding this final and, to me, bewildering sentence: " All here is pretty bad." This was the first time he had ever given me a glimpse, albeit incomprehensible, into his private life... I remember in particular a perfect day toward the end of May 1960 when student laughter prevailed at the tables and the couples in the passing punts on the river looked like timeless lovers... "Well," I said ruefully (for I knew I would have to stay on until September to tidy up my thesis), "the 'young fresh folk' will soon be gone and Cambridge and the Cam will be overrun by hordes of tourists." Lewis picked up on my quote from the end of Chaucer's great poem of tragic love, Troilus and Criseyde, and feelingly recited the whole stanza: "O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she...." "Dear old Chaucer," he added. "Yes," I said, "he was not so severe as old Pascal: 'Whatever fine comedy there may have been in life before, the last act is always tragic, for we all die alone.'" I shall never forget what happened next. We had a small table and he was sitting at right angles to me, gripping the handle of his pint tankard. He shuddered audibly and visibly. I was so surprised that I pretended not to notice, but fixed my eyes quickly on the river. I put the reaction down to a nature much more sensitive than I had ever imagined it to be... Too late, the years have brought understanding. In my ignorance, I had made him think not only of Joy's imminent death but also of the possibility that she would die in his absence. When I troubled him at home with my long chapter in the last days of June, and he so unselfishly responded, the end was very near, and so he appended that poignant sentence to his covering letter: "All here is pretty bad." Confused at first, he dated the letter 7 June, then crossed out June and wrote July. Seven days later Joy was dead.

[giffingthingsss]

Barfield, alas, could not support himself by sitting around and thinking about the nature of reality and reading poetry. He moved to London and became a lawyer. Lewis became a client.

Law wasn't something he particularly wanted to do. He wrote a book (This Ever Diverse Pair) that divided Owen the Man and Owen the Lawyer into two people, calling his lawyer alter ego 'Burden.' He wrestles with him, sometimes literally.

In one chapter he recounts (with changed names, of course) the time he had to get Lewis out of a pickle.

Early on, Lewis got in the habit of living off of his teaching salary and having his publisher anonymously send his royalties to other people. If there was a student who couldn't pay his tuition, a widow who was broke, etc...

Barfield recounts how frustrating it was to have Lewis as a client. Lewis not only didn't understand numbers and money, he didn't care. And it never occurred to him that he had to pay taxes on royalties that he never saw.

Thankfully, after one particular royalty check, it occurred to Barfield to inquire about the whole thing. He scrambled to fix it.

He managed to set up a trust fund so it wouldn't happen again.

Lewis dedicated The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe to Owen's daughter Lucy.

Barfield is called the first and the last Inkling. He lived to be 99.