The Magician's Nephew, Chapter 9: Uncle Andrew is "That Guy"

In this chapter we have the first appearance of Aslan, singing the world to life. We have the stars, a young sun, grass and trees...even after all these years, it's still a magical moment. The thing that detracts from it most, however, is the characters. The children, the Cabby, and the horse all know that something important is happening, and that they are witnessing a rare and breath-taking event. Unfortunately, Uncle Andrew and Jadis can't enjoy it, and they let everyone know.

The magic in Narnia is more powerful than Jadis's own magic, but the real reason she can't stand it is because she's evil.  It doesn't get any deeper than that. It's disappointing, but I should have known to expect that by now.

I guess I just don't appreciate it when children's books treat kids like they're idiots. Children are smarter than we give them credit for, I think; they can handle a little moral ambiguity. I remember reading books like The Giver and Tuck Everlasting when I was in elementary school. Books that dealt with pretty heavy themes--euthanasia, mortality, freedom--many of which would not necessarily be called "kid-friendly". They didn't always wrap things up in neat and tidy ways, and would leave me with questions. They challenged the way I usually thought ("Why does my teacher think that Winnie dying was a happy ending?"), and helped introduce us to new ideas. You see that the world doesn't fit in nice, neat boxes, and those are the lessons--and the books--that make a real impact on you. It seems pretty obvious as I write this, considering how well I remember those books, and how much of The Magician's Nephew I forgot over the years.

Don't get me wrong--the Narnia books (at least the ones I've read) are part of a wonderful series that I hold close to my heart, and I'm really enjoying The Magician's Nephew right now. But as an adult, I can now see flaws in the books that I overlooked before.

My favorite part of this chapter was probably when the animals came to life. They rose out of the ground, and Aslan selected two of each kind to be talking animals. Uncle Andrew, however, continues to ruin the birth of a new world by freaking out. He keeps trying to get Polly and Digory to use their rings to get out of Narnia and back to their world, leaving Jadis (and the cabby) behind in Narnia. Digory doesn't want to leave, though, because he believes Aslan could help save his mother.

"Digory's heart beat wildly; he knew something very solemn was going to be done. He had not forgotten about his Mother; but he knew jolly well that, even for her, he couldn't interrupt a thing like this."

Uncle Andrew could learn something from him.

The Magician's Nephew, Chapter 7: Drawbacks of Childhood

In the first chapter of The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis captures the magic and wonder of childhood. In the seventh chapter, it's all about the helplessness.

Digory and Polly go on the adventure of their lives, but it involves a lot of waiting around. Polly had to go home, and her parents punished her for getting her shoes and stockings wet under circumstances she can't quite explain, and is out of the picture for most of this chapter. Jadis ends up getting a horse-drawn cab and is taking a romp around the city with Uncle Andrew. Knowing how dangerous Jadis is, Digory contemplates going after them. However, he's faced with several limitations. He doesn't know where they are, and his Aunt Letty would never let him leave the house if he couldn't tell her where he was going. Besides that, he doesn't have any money to pay for trams to take him around the city.

When you're a kid, it seems like everything you do is on someone else's schedule. You have to depend on adults for just about everything. They're supposed to provide for you and protect you. Even as we get older and more independent, we still rely on our parents, and (in theory) live by their rules. Driving home the point is Polly, punished and unable to help. It's a little frustrating that Digory can't go after Uncle Andrew and Jadis, even though he knows that's what he should do. Watching Digory sit and wait for them to come back may not be the most exciting thing to read, but it is realistic.

Along with that, there's another part of this chapter that gave me chills, when Aunt Letty briefly discusses Digory's mother and her failing health.

"'What lovely grapes!' came Aunt Letty's voice. 'I'm sure if anything could do her good these would. But poor, dear little Mabel! I'm afraid it would need to be fruit from the land of youth to help her now. Nothing in this would will do much.' Then they both lowered their voices and said a lot more that [Digory] could not hear."

It wasn't the talking about the obvious foreshadowing about fruit from the land of youth, but the part where the adults lower their voices so Digory can't hear. I can tell you from experience that when you have a chronically sick relative, conversations like that are a big part of your life. My sister and I would overhear things that we weren't supposed to, almost always worrying news. We almost never heard the end of those conversations. Either it would get quiet, or I'd become so uncomfortable that I'd somehow make my presence known. Hopefully in such a way that the adults wouldn't realize I'd been listening in, though I might never know for sure. It turns out they're a lot more perceptive than I thought. Of course, I used to sneak out of my bed and think that throwing a blanket over my head would prevent my parents from spotting me and sending me back upstairs.

Childhood logic.

 I don't know how other kids in similar situations handled things like this, but I was too anxious to ask my parents questions about what was going on. The information I got about my aunt was either from what they told me directly, and what was overheard. It's funny, the things grown-ups will say when they think you're not paying attention. And for something this big, I always paid attention.

Let's not delve into childhood fear and sadness for a moment, though, and appreciate a very minor, nameless character: the maid. She has no idea what's going on, and it's something of a running gag in this chapter.

"While Aunt Letty was hurtling through the air, the housemaid (who was having a beautifully exciting morning) put her head in at the door..."

"'Oh, Master Digory,' said the housemaid (who was really having a wonderful day)..."

"'Sarah,' she said to the housemaid (who had never had such a day before)..."

I don't know why I like this so much. It just makes me smile. 

The Magician's Nephew, Chapter 6: Plus One

We're a third of the way through the book, and I'm getting pumped to go back to Narnia! Digory and Polly haven't quite escaped the clutches of Jadis, but they're able to escape back to the Woods Between the Worlds and...return to London?

Wait, when do they go to Narnia? No, seriously, I read this, I know Digory and Polly accidentally take the Witch to Narnia. Why are they going back to London?

Well, it turns out I forgot a lot more details in this book than I realized.

The children and Jadis wind up back in Uncle Andrew's study, and it becomes immediately apparent that Uncle Andrew just got a lot more than he bargained for.

"In Charn she had been alarming enough: in London, she was terrifying. For one thing, they had not realized till now how very big she was. 'Hardly human' was what Digory thought when he looked at her; and he may have been right, for some say there is giantish blood in the royal family of Charn. But even her height was was nothing compared with her beauty, her fierceness, and her wildness. She looked ten times more alive than most of the people one meets in London."

Maybe that description is a bit cliche now, but I love it. Jadis's presence also puts Uncle Andrew in his place pretty quickly. I like the contrast between the two. When Digory and Polly see Uncle Andrew in the beginning of the book, they see him as someone frighting and powerful. Compared to Jadis, he's weak and cowardly. And, it would appear, not too bright, either.

"Children have one kind of silliness, as you know, and grown-ups have another kind. Uncle Andrew was beginning to be silly in a very grown-up kind of way."

I'll give my compliments to Lewis for that one. Not only does he capture the magic of childhood, but also at least one true fact about adulthood as well: that we have no idea what we're really doing, but pretend that we do.

We also see more of Uncle Andrew's character; along with being totally unprepared to deal with the consequences of meddling with magic, it turns out he's pretty lousy at being...well, being an adult. It's not just the "silliness" of thinking that Jadis would fall in love with him, but you can see it in other details. In one side note, the narrator says that Uncle Andrew has blown through his own money, and quite a bit of his sister's.

Honestly, I'm a little disappointed that Uncle Andrew ends up being this pathetic. He looks small, literally and figuratively, next to Jadis, and is something of a fraud when it comes to being a true Magician. But he was able to use magic to send the children to another world, and have them return (with an unexpected plus one). Using magic in a world where none exists is pretty awesome, even if he was a schmuck about it. But as soon as Jadis comes into the picture, everything interesting and intriguing about him is out the window.

I guess the moral here is: Playing with magic can be cool, but you're a jerk and not as cool as you think you are.

That's a strange lesson.

The Magician's Newphew, Chapter 1: Growing Up is Hard To Do

I've always loved fantasy stories, and I think one of the most influential ones in my life has been The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis. All told, I would read the first four (in chronological order) of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew; The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe; The Horse and His Boy; Prince Caspian. I never quite made it to the three final books, though I owned them all. If anyone ever asked me which book was my favorite (and no one ever did), I would have told them The Magician's Nephew. It was the first in the Narnia series that I ever read, and it opened up a world of magic to me.

When I was in grade school, my Aunt Linda was sick with ovarian cancer. I spent many weekends traveling to hospitals two or three hours away from home to see her. It was a hard time for me, and I think one of the reasons I really fell in love with fantasy books was because I needed some magic in my life.

Right from the first few pages of this book, though, I realized that it wasn't just a need to escape that compelled me to read -- and love -- this book as a child. When the main character, Digory, meets his friend Polly for the first time, she can see that he's been crying. He explains:

"'And so would you [. . .] if your father was away in India--and you had to come and live with an Aunt and an Uncle who's mad (who would like that?)--and if the reason was that they were looking after your Mother--and if your Mother was ill and going to--going to--die.'"

Well, shit. Already something I could relate to, and we're only on page six.

I also forgot how quickly children's books start. Digory and Polly meet, they're friends, they go explore houses. There's not much build-up before they reach Uncle Andrew's study and begin their real adventure.

Now, there's plenty of criticism about C.S. Lewis, but there is at least one thing he does right: captures the enchantment of childhood. Polly has a secret "cave" in the attic of her house, and it's a place that I would have loved to have as a child. Re-reading this, I still wish I had a place like this.

"Polly had used the bit of the tunnel just beside the cistern as a smugglers' cave. She had brought up bits of old packing cases and the seats of broken kitchen chairs, and things of that sort, and spread them across from rafter to rafter so as to make a bit of floor. Here she kept a cash-box containing various treasures, and a story she was writing and usually a few apples. She had often drunk a quiet bottle of ginger-beer in there: the old bottles made it look more like a smugglers' cave."

A cozy hideaway, a space just for you to be alone in. And there's something about making this in her attic that makes it truly child-like. Perhaps because even if I had a hide-out like that as a kid, I wouldn't be able to fit into it as an adult. If I did, and I returned to it, it would be a place full of nostalgia, certainly, but not a place of wonder as it once had been.

Childhood is a common theme throughout the Narnia series. Peter and Susan get booted out of Narnia at the end of Prince Caspian because they're too old, and the only people who can save Narnia are children. There's a little sadness when it comes to leaving your childhood behind, knowing that magic isn't really real, that you'll never find a secret world in your closet or get a letter delivered by owl. (My owl with my Hogwarts letter just got lost! I swear!) There's one passage in the first chapter that captures this exquisitely, when Digory and Polly are discussing what might be in the empty house they're trying to sneak into.

"'But I don't expect it's really empty at all,' said Digory.

'What do you expect?'

'I expect someone lives there in secret, only coming in and out at night, with a dark lantern. We shall probably discover a gang of desperate criminals and get a reward. It's all rot to say a house would be empty all those years unless there was some mystery.'

'Daddy thought it must be the drains,' said Polly.

'Pooh! Grown-ups are always thinking of uninteresting explanations,' said Digory."  

When we talk about the end of childhood, we talk about children losing their innocence, or gaining responsibilities. Maybe every so often, we should think about their imaginations, too, and keeping our own ones intact. 

We all have to grow up, but our imaginations don't have to be a casualty of adulthood.