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(I reread Til We Have Faces and it is up there as one of my favorite books still…)

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Why must holy spaces always be dark spaces?
(I reread Til We Have Faces and it is up there as one of my favorite books still…)
If your Greek myth retelling isn't Till We Have Faces, I don't want it.
Doesn't the whole land smell of her? Do you and I need to flatter gods any more? They're tearing us apart... oh, how shall I bear it? … and what worse can they do? Of course the Fox is wrong. He knows nothing about her. He thought too well of the world. He thought there were no gods, or else (the fool!) that they were better than men. It never entered his mind – he was too good – to believe that the gods are real, and viler than the vilest men.
Till we have faces - C.S. Lewis
Joan Baez & Tracy Grammer - 'Til We Have Faces (or Until We have faces) a song that David Carter wrote for Joan.This song is from a Tracy Gr
All the Till We Have Faces reblogs reminded me of this exquisite duet by Tracy Grammer and Joan Baez, sung from the perspective of the tortured queen Orual, longing for her lost sister.
She in her silken flora I in my leather drear She with the grace of Cora Upon the road of tears
And did they see us shining Through winter’s dark decree Those gods of time and dying Who reasoned doom to me
Orual the veiled queen from Till We Have Faces.
I've wanted to do a companion picture to my Psyche for a while. While Psyche is intriguing as an ideal, I think Orual is one of CS Lewis' most ambitious and psychologically authentic characters. An antagonist who's poignantly sympathetic, a protagonist who's frustratingly weak -- protective and powerful, self-deluding and dependent, deeply loving and endlessly devouring, mythically heroic yet the reader will see many of their own failures in her.
Lewis gets grief for some of his female characters, but with the help of his wife Joy Davidman (who was an actual genius, by the way, and doesn't deserve to exist in Lewis' shadow), Orual feels so believable to me. Faces isn't an easy book to read (and definitely isn't for kids), but I think it's fascinating, and Orual's a big part of that.
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Orual and Psyche
In Til We Have Faces by CS Lewis
Till We Have Faces, by Bilquis Evely.