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We went out to dinner (Red Robin) last night with the Floyds and [livejournal.com profile] goobermunch, whose father is well on the way to being all better from a "hypoxic insult" during bypass surgery. So T. needed some downtime with friends. We played Shadows Over Camelot afterwards. Like last time, we ended up without a traitor in our midst. Everybody gave me lots of suspicious looks just because I'm Sir Pragmatic ("screw the dragon, he only eats peasants. We need Excalibur."), but we won. Yey!

It snowed last night. Not a lot, but enough for a half-inch or so to stick in shadowed areas. It's cold tonight -- low of about 12, apparently.

Anyway, just sort of dinked around today. One of the things I did was to re-read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. (I can never decide whether to underline, italicize, or boldface titles when I'm writing about them...) I figured that (like [livejournal.com profile] zalena says) since it's coming out on film, it'd be good to read it one more time uninfluenced by the movie.

And I have to say, I'm kind of surprised that they're making a movie based on this book. Maybe it's just that I know the story too well, or that the experience mutates once you realize it's a Christian allegory, but reading it this time, it seemed like there wasn't really any drama in the story. There's no tension.

It's like, the characters just kind of follow their destinies, and everything turns out all right in the end. The never make any decisions; they just do whatever circumstances lead them to do. And the day is saved not because of anyone's choices or nature or anything, but because Aslan (who is, let's not forget, GOD) goes and does The Right Thing, which he knows will fix all the problems. The whole story is running on the rails of fate, and it all just happens automatically as soon as the right elements (which are prophesied, even) come into position.

So I'll be interested to see how they make that into a compelling movie, or whether it'll just be a whole lot of "Ooo, pretty" up on the silver screen.

EDIT: And the feeling of being on autopilot came as a surprise to me, because I am quite fond of the Chronicles of Narnia. So I felt a little bit let-down by this latest read.

Date: 2005-12-03 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dr-tectonic.livejournal.com
Okay, I'm glad to hear that. HHB is one of my more-favorites.

The whole "always winter, never Christmas" thing was very weird from an adult perspective. I mean, does Santa get lost and just keep going from dimension to dimension, even when the locals have never even met a human, let alone heard of some guy born two millenia ago in Bethlehem? Must... deliver... more gifts!

Date: 2005-12-04 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbitalmechanic.livejournal.com
Well, that's kind of a double problem, right: for the kids, it's cold and dark and a little grim but you never have the big huge party; and on the other hand, it's always the season of death and you never have Jesus being born to bring salvation. When I re-read those books recently I thought that was kind of elegant.

Date: 2005-12-04 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zalena.livejournal.com
Your objection to Father Xmas was Tolkein's big objection to Narnia, which he hated. (Tolkein, btw, was instrumental to Lewis' conversion.) He thought Lewis' pastiche was ridiculous, which in fact it is. But there is also something fantastic about it, and Lewis writes with an authority that most people don't question.

Horse was my favorite for a long time because I was obsessed both with horses and Carlormene. I have a remember of copying out chapters on an old manual typewriter when I was about seven.

I also went through a phase when I liked Voyage best, but that's because I was obsessed with sailing. Also, the dark island is one of the scariest things in all of the series.

I no longer know which is my favorite. My least favorite has always been Battle. The end of Narnia was never satisfying.

But I have to say Silver Chair is my favorite when experiencing doubt or depression. (Much like Moominland Midwinter.) Jill is definitely a flawed moral agent in this book; and Puddleglum is like all the best parts of my father.

I agree with [profile] orbitalmechanic in that there is a certain elegance about the books, particularly when read as a series.