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1 Chapter 1 : PPFâ s â œthe Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobeâ â Audiences Adore â Critics Love Note: Citations are based on reference standards. However, formatting rules can vary widely between applications and fields of interest or study. The specific requirements or preferences of your reviewing publisher, classroom teacher, institution or organization should be applied. She warns Asriel, then spies on his lecture about Dust, mysterious elementary particles. Lyra is adopted by a charming socialite, Mrs Coulter. The Master secretly entrusts her with an alethiometer, a truth-telling device. Lyra discovers that Coulter is the leader of the Gobblers, a secret Church-funded project, which is abducting children. Lyra flees to the Gyptians, canal -faring nomads, whose children have also been abducted. They reveal to Lyra that Asriel and Coulter are actually her parents. The Gyptians form an expedition to the Arctic with Lyra to rescue the children. Lyra recruits Iorek Byrnison, an armoured bear, and his human aeronaut friend, Lee Scoresby. She also learns that Lord Asriel has been exiled, guarded by the bears on Svalbard. Lyra is captured and taken to Bolvangar, where she is reunited with Roger. Coulter tells Lyra that the intercision prevents the onset of troubling adult emotions. She tricks Iofur into fighting Iorek, who arrives with the others to rescue Lyra. Iorek kills Iofur and takes his place as the rightful king. He tells Lyra that the Church believes Dust is the basis of sin, and plans to visit the other universes and destroy its source. Lyra determines to stop Asriel and discover the source of Dust for herself. The Subtle Knife[ edit ] Main article: Here Lyra meets Will Parry, a twelve-year-old boy from our world. One edge of the knife can divide even subatomic particles and form subtle divisions in space, creating portals between worlds; the other edge easily cuts through any form of matter. Scoresby dies defending Grumman from the forces of the Church. The Amber Spyglass[ edit ] Main article: Coulter, an agent of the Magisterium who has learned of the prophecy identifying Lyra as the next Eve. There she comes to understand the true nature of Dust, which is both created by and nourishes life which has become self-aware. Lord Asriel and the reformed Mrs. They succeed, but themselves suffer annihilation in the process by pulling Metatron into the abyss. The book ends with Will and Lyra falling in love but realising they cannot live together in the same world, because all windows â except one from the underworld to the world of the Mulefa â must be closed to prevent the loss of Dust, because with every window opening, a Spectre would be created and that meant Will must never use the knife again. Also because each of them can only live full lives in their native worlds. This is the temptation that Mary was meant to give them; to help them fall in love and then choose whether they should stay together or not. Lyra loses her ability to intuitively read the alethiometer and determines to learn how to use her conscious mind to achieve the same effect. It takes the form of a creature moth, bird, dog, monkey, snake, etc. Lyra Belacqua, a wild year-old girl, has grown up in the fictional Jordan College, Oxford. She is skinny with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. She prides herself on her capacity for mischief, especially her ability to lie, earning her the epithet "Silvertongue" from Iorek Byrnison. Lyra has a natural ability to use the alethiometer, which is capable of answering any question when properly manipulated and read. When Lyra reaches puberty he assumes the permanent form of a pine marten. Pantalaimon and Lyra follow her father, Lord Asriel, when he travels to the newly discovered world of Cittagazze, where Lyra meets Will. Will Parry, a sensible, morally conscious, assertive year-old boy from our world. He becomes the bearer of the subtle knife. Will is independent and responsible for his age, having looked after his mentally ill mother for several years. She takes the permanent form of a large, shadow-colored cat. The Authority is the first angel to have emerged from Dust. He controls the Church, an oppressive religious institution. He told the later-arriving angels that he created them and the universe, but this is a lie. Although he is one of the two primary adversaries in the trilogy â Lord Asriel is his primary opponent â he remains in the background; he makes his only appearance late in The Amber Spyglass. The Authority has grown weak and transferred most of his powers to his regent, Metatron. He is extremely aged, fragile and naive. He opens a rift between the worlds in his pursuit of Dust. Marisa Coulter is the coldly beautiful, manipulative mother of Lyra and former lover of Lord Asriel. She has black hair, a slim build, and looks younger than she is. Initially hostile to Lyra, she realises that she loves her daughter and seeks to protect her from agents of the Church, who want to kill Lyra. The Authority has displayed his declining health by Page 1

2 appointing Metatron his Regent. As Regent, Metatron has implanted the monotheistic religions across the universes. He becomes vulnerable to the seductive advances of Marisa Coulter, who betrays him by luring him into the underworld to his death. He is an old Englishman, appearing to be in his sixties. He normally wears pale suits and is described as smelling sweetly. He is ultimately poisoned by Mrs. Coulter, to whom he has previously been a lover. Lyra provides Mary with insight into the nature of Dust. Agents of the Church force Mary to flee to the world of the mulefa. There she constructs the amber spyglass, which enables her to see the otherwise invisible Dust. Her purpose is to learn why Dust, which mulefa civilization depends on, is flowing out of the universe. Mary relates a story of a lost love to Will and Lyra, and later packs for them a lunch containing "little red fruits", which her computer, "the Cave," had instructed her to do. Iorek Byrnison is a massive armoured bear. In gratitude, and impressed by her cunning, he dubs her "Lyra Silvertongue". A powerful warrior and armoursmith, Iorek repairs the Subtle Knife when it shatters. He later goes to war against The Authority and Metatron. Lee Scoresby, a rangy Texan, is a balloonist. Serafina Pekkala is the beautiful queen of a clan of Northern witches. Helped by other Jordan College employees, he is raising the supposedly orphaned Lyra. Faced with difficult choices that only later become apparent, he tries unsuccessfully to poison Lord Asriel. A Gyptian woman whose son, Billy Costa is abducted by the "Gobblers". We later discover that Ma Costa nursed Lyra, when she was a baby. The King of all the Gyptians. He journeys with Lyra to the North with his companion Farder Coram. Faa and Costa rescue Lyra when she runs away from Mrs. Then they take her to Iorek Byrnison. Father Gomez is a priest sent by the Church to assassinate Lyra. The angel Balthamos kills Gomez before he can reach her. Tony Makarios is a naive boy who is lured into captivity by Mrs. Mulefa are four-legged wheeled animals; they have one leg in front, one in back, and one on each side. The "wheels" are huge, round, hard seed-pods from seed-pod trees; an axle-like claw at the end of each leg grips a seed-pod. The Mulefa society is primitive. Page 2

3 Chapter 2 : Huff Season 1 TV Serial Download FREE The first lipstick she'd ever bought had been that shade of Narnian apple that she thought she'd forgotten. And she missed it all. She missed it all it even hurt to think of just getting together to talk about Narnia. The Good Guys and the Bad Guys There are few characters in literature who embody positive goodness more powerfully than Aslan. In his presence, the children feel at once a sense of joy and fear, an ecstasy mingled with terror, an intimation of both the actively sublime and the passively beautiful. Aslan is neither a pretty object to be placed on a shelf, nor a tame pet to be domesticated. He is fierce, wild, and unpredictable. The first time the children hear his name, they are taken out of themselves the literal meaning of the word ecstasy ; when they meet him in person, their legs tremble beneath them. Yes, they are told by the Beavers, he is good and just and loving, but he is by no means safe. He is to be trusted and loved, but not to be trifled with. One might as well try to pet a lion or dance with a tornado. After Aslan rises from the dead and shows himself to the girls, he warns them that they must put their fingers in their ears, for he feels a roar welling up inside of him. The newly risen Aslan is like a hurricane unleashed, a force that both tears away the death imposed on Narnia by the White Witch and ushers in renewal and redemption. In its wake, Spring returns to Narnia. When Aslan surrenders himself to Jadis at the Stone Table, he does so not out of weakness he is no guilt-ridden doormat but out of a position of compassionate strength. The kinetic energy released at his resurrection is there throughout the novel in potential form, like a coiled spring ever ready to snap. From the very moment that Aslan learns of the treachery of Edmund, he knows what he must do. The tragic knowledge of his own coming sacrifice weighs heavily on Aslan, but he carries it through to the end, as only one who knows his purpose and embraces it can do. Lewis felt that the children and adults of his day had lost what he liked to call after Rudolph Otto a sense of the numinous: Lewis was truly concerned as we should all be that modern children could no longer conceive of something being both wonderful and terrible, fun and serious at the same time. I can attest to the power of the Chronicles to do just that every time my family takes a long driving trip and listens to the excellent radio play versions of the Chronicles produced by Focus on the Family. As we listen, the children or my wife and I might start talking or drifting into other thoughts, but when Aslan bounds on to the scene, the interior of the car grows still, and a strange awe resonates in the air. A faint but real echo of that ecstatic dread that Isaiah and John felt when they stood before the Throne Room of God falls upon us and draws us out of our mundane concerns. Those characters in the novel who hearken to the numinous presence of Aslan and allow it to transform them find that they are capable of acts of great courage and mercy. Even the treacherous Edmund, changed from within by the awesome love of Aslan, shows himself willing to sacrifice his own life for his friends and for Narnia in the final battle with the Witch. Too often our modern icons of goodness are too weak, passive, and restrained to appeal to the young. Through Aslan, they can learn and experience a richer, divine goodness that shatters all boundaries and that has the power to restore, renew, and revive. When set over against the pulsating goodness of Aslan, the evil of the White Witch and her minions seems, finally, a paltry, petty, lifeless thing. In the triangle that forms between Aslan, Edmund, and the White Witch, we see this truth played out. Jadis tempts Edmund to betray his siblings by promising him that he will reign with her as a Prince and that he will eat all the Turkish Delight that he wants. In reality, the Witch transforms Edmund into a slave whom she insults, abuses, and feeds on stale bread and water. Edmund thinks that the Witch will make him wiser, stronger, and better than his siblings; instead, she reduces him to a thing of little value and no purpose. Under her evil influence, he comes to hate not only his siblings and Aslan but himself. As Lewis so simply but profoundly puts it: It is a sad fact of humanity that most of us whatever the age or culture in which we were raised grow up believing a terrible lie: Allied to this is an equally false belief that Christ is a cosmic killjoy, a joyless Puritan who hates all forms of merriment, revelry, and indulgence. In a memorable, yet easily overlooked scene in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Lewis gives the lie to this satanic propaganda, showing that it is, in fact, the Devil and not Christ who is the real killjoy. Even before his resurrection, Aslan, simply by his presence in Narnia, causes the long winter of the Witch to begin to thaw. While on her way to overtake Peter, Susan, and Lucy before they can reach Aslan, the Page 3

4 Witch comes upon a party of talking animals who are partaking of a feast provided for them by Father Christmas. When she spies them, the Witch is not pleased that they are drinking wine and stuffing themselves with food. Where did you get all these things? If the Witch had her way, Narnia would not be a land of gluttony and dipsomania, but a cold, dead world inhabited by automatons whose joy and life and potential for growth have been swallowed up by her devouring envy and pride. And for those who refuse to be so emptied of their vitality, the Witch simply turns them into stone statues: Though most evangelical Christians point to John 3: In verse 10 of this passage, Christ describes, in the most precise way, what the difference is between his own goodness and the evil of Satan the thief: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. And, by so doing, it offers as well one of the classic responses to that perennial question: The answer, of course, is that he did not. Rather than revisit the Easter accounts of the four Gospels, Lewis follows the cue of the other books of the Bible and of the weighty tradition of Christian and pre-christian literature. That is to say, he explores in the other Chronicles the choices that lie before those who live in a moral universe in which good has triumphed but in which evil still remains. As most though, alas, not all lovers of the Chronicles of Narnia are well aware, the seven novels are unfortunately published today in an order that differs from their original order of publication: There are many reasons to prefer the original ordering, but the one that concerns us here was first noted I believe by Paul Ford in the Introduction to his Companion to Narnia. Ford reasons rightly, I think that if the Chronicles are to be seen as reworking in the genre of fantasy the sacred history of the Bible, then it makes the most sense to begin with the salvation story that lies at the crux of that history. Just so I would add did the church Fathers who decided on the arrangement of the New Testament choose rightly when they placed the Gospel narratives first in order, even though they knew that the Epistles of Paul had been written earlier. It is against this backdrop that we shall now explore, Chronicle by Chronicle, the choices made by those characters who act out their parts for good or for ill in the shadow of the Risen Lion. Indeed, as my focus will be on those choices, I shall say relatively little about Aslan in the paragraphs that follow. Though Aslan stands at the moral center of all the tales, to ask a child or adult to live up to his Pure Goodness would be far too daunting. Compared to the White Witch, the bad guy of Prince Caspian Uncle Miraz is a more standard villain, recognizable from both fiction and history. He is the power-hungry usurper who like Claudius in Hamlet kills his own brother in order to steal his throne. He even proves willing as have many tyrants throughout history to kill his young, innocent nephew Caspian as a way of securing his own dynastic line. In many ways, they have transformed the once innocent and carefree Narnia into a police state ruled by fear and suspicion. You see, it is not enough for Miraz that he and his heirs have expelled the talking beasts and with them, their messianic hope in Aslan. If he has his way, the history of Narnia will be so rewritten as to leave out both the sacrifice and resurrection of Aslan and the ancient faith and deeds of his followers. He is, to use the language of our own world, a secular humanist with a vengeance! He is an excellent role model for children who must face a modern world rife with cynicism and nay-saying, and his struggle with Miraz offers an ideal opportunity for the discerning parent to expose for his child one of the key attributes of evil in our world. Miraz is a villain, the parent must teach his child, not because his beliefs differ from those of Caspian, but because he desires to crush all belief to achieve his ends. He is like the thief in John 10 see above who comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. His revisionist campaign seeks not to bring the light of knowledge but to snuff it out. There is a second, less obvious conflict that also has much to say about good and evil and how those opposing states are related to the central issue of belief. While fleeing from Miraz, Caspian falls into the company of a talking badger named Trufflehunter, a red dwarf named Trumpkin, and a black dwarf named Nikabrik. At first, Trumpkin and Nikabrik seem to be very similar types; neither of them believes in contrast to the pious Trufflehunter in Aslan or the ancient tales of the Four Kings and Queens and neither of them is much disposed to trust the Telmarine Caspian. As the story progresses, however, we learn that the unbelief of Trumpkin and Nikabrik is qualitatively different. The true distinction between their characters becomes evident after Caspian blows a magic horn that promises to bring help by, as it turns out, drawing Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy back into Narnia and asks for a volunteer to travel quickly to Cair Paravel to see if the help has arrived. Nikabrik categorically refuses the task because he feels he must remain behind to watch out for the partisan interests of himself and his fellow black dwarfs. It is as wonderful to Page 4

5 watch Trumpkin slowly emerge into the light, as it is frightening to watch Nikabrik slowly fall into darkness. Children and their parents need to understand the vital lesson that it is not where we begin but where we end that counts. Nikabrik like the jaded prostitutes and worldly-wise tax collectors who accepted Jesus is a member of the first group; Trumpkin like the self-righteous Pharisees who rejected him is a member of the second. Belief is not just a matter of the head, but of the heart and the hand. There are only two kinds of people in the world. Both Caspian and Trumpkin are memorable characters on account of the courage and nobility of their hearts. But both are eclipsed by another Narnian whose chivalric goodness and valor is equal to that of good King Arthur himself. With the help of Trumpkin, Caspian has set all to rights in his kingdom and now sails to the far Eastern sea in search of seven lost Narnian lords who had been sent on wild goose chases by Miraz in hopes that they would never return. Though he and his crew have undertaken the journey to carry out this royal mission and perhaps have a little adventure along the way! Needless to say, such characters are few and far between in our modern world. Children in our day are too often presented with heroes who are either brave and strong or meek and humble. We have lost the old Christian sense that a hero can be both manly and religious, vigorous and virtuous, pugnacious and pious. How many young boys today have a father that they can imagine standing up undaunted before an oppressor in one moment and kneeling humbly and meekly before Christ in the next? On the contrary, his conduct provides him with a strong and secure sense of self, even as his yearning gives his life direction and purpose. Reepicheep knows who he is and where he is going in a way that is unfortunately quite rare in our modern society. Indeed, in Chapter 14, as he prepares to leave the island of Ramandu for the unknown dangers of the last and easternmost sea, he proclaims what is my single favorite speech in all the Chronicles: My own plans are made. While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. His Holy Grail is not a pot of treasure or a kingdom to rule, but the fulfillment of the very purpose for which he was created. What awaits him at the end of his journey is not celebration but consummation. If Reepicheep is at least as I see it the central hero of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, then who is the chief villain? Oddly, though the novel does boast a particularly seedy bad guy in the person of the corrupt and craven Governor Gumpas, the book finally lacks a White Witch or Miraz to serve as its focal point of evil. Indeed, the real evil in the novel is not so much personal as it is allegorical. Accordingly, Lewis places Reepicheep and his fellow sailors in a number of situations that challenge them to overcome such deadly sins as pride, envy, avarice, and sloth that is why The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, for all its narrative thrust, is the most episodic of the Chronicles. In some cases, the crew overcome these challenges by their own resources of strength and virtue, but in most, they escape only because of the miraculous intervention of Aslan, who appears now as a bird to guide them out of danger, now as an imposing presence to shock two of them out of their greed, now as a face in a magic book to prevent another from succumbing to vanity. In an age when children and their parents are continually commanded to live in the now not in the eschatological now of the Kingdom, but the selfish, ephemeral now of immediate gratification, it is good that we be reminded that we are all pilgrims and sojourners in the land. Page 5

6 Chapter 3 : Horse and His Boy: Full-Color Collector's Edition - Book Kindle Beyond the Wardrobe. A sermon by Pastor Christian Breuninger (delivered December 4, ) I confess to being a sucker for fantasy, and I am especially fond of Chronicles of Narnia. When my feelings about a book are really complicated, it helps me to read what other people thought. I remember reading somewhere that Gaiman became disillusioned with some of the religious content of the Narnia books as a year-old boy, and I thought I heard this boy lashing out now. The way I read it, this ending, is so much over the top that it shows the raw anger and pain that Susan is feeling, and that causes her to lash out even at Aslan in this way not unlike the way many people rage against God because of the misfortunes and losses in their life, picturing him as being in league with the White Witch. It shows an anger that does of course have to do with losing her siblings and everyone she has ever cared about in this terrible way, and having to identify their mutilated bodies, and being left out of Narnia â but I have the feeling it started earlier than that. I remember that in the movie, Susan asks whether she has done anything wrong but I cannot remember whether this is also in the book, having read it AGES ago, which hints that she sees not being allowed to come to Narnia any more as kind of a punishment, and even after Aslan tells her that this is not the case she does not seem to be convinced. You should read the others! The Horse and His Boy. Utterly my favorite one of them all. When it was written with such love and sincerity. Food for thought, though, certainly! When people talk of the disturbing second dream of Aslan and the Witch they seem to forget it was dreamt by Greta and not Professor-Susan. At this point in the story Susan is co-currently dying or dead in her sleep. Greta is no where near that kind of reconciliation. I do see your point that Gaiman intentionally made Aslan into a base animal â all predation and sex, removed from spirituality â and how upsetting it would be for a ardent fan of the character to see him depicted thus. While she as a character may see the full value of her life as well-lived, readers fixate on her cruel punishment and the one who punished her. As I say, God can take it. What bugs me â and it bugs me regardless of the interpretation I put on the story â is that C. Lewis wrote Aslan to match his experience of God, and I think this story was not respectful of that. What Lewis had lived of God, he wrote into Aslan. I am curious how CS Lewis, if given the chance, would have rewritten the Narnia stories on how he dealt with Susan, given 5 years after the publication of the last battle, CS Lewis also went through his own crisis of faith and his own grief with the loss of his wife, Joy Gresham, to cancer. I am quite sure CS Lewis would have written something to deal with the unresolved question of Susan if he had enough time he died about 6 months after his wife died given his additional human experience. For me there is something hard and soul-less at the heart of his work that undermines the magic and humour. I did not think she was judged or damned by Aslan, though her family evidently had some bad feelings about what they considered her desertion. Quite simply she no longer believed in Narnia and had chosen a materialistic life over a spiritual one. This is in line with free will as granted to humanity. We may choose or not choose a life founded on belief in God. As a child, it was obvious to me that Susan was allowed this choice. I did not for a moment assume that she would be punished for it. It was simply her choice and her loss. I believe all are forgiven and redeemed. I also assumed that she would eventually be reunited with her family in the afterlife, though she would have her own path to tread beforehand. I want to love C. Professor Susan does remember those who lay dead on that battlefield, even wondering about how centaurs mate. She is also recognising that she, too, has grown old. Not that Greta is hostile or that Professor Susan is anything else but polite. But it is impertinent of Greta to assume that Susan Hastings was Susan Pevensie, which I thought was unlikely, whatever the initial similarities. Lewis also suggested in his letter about her. That night the Professor dies, experiencing closure and reunion, as you say. Greta, the materialistic, irreligious, journalist, is the one who has the nightmare, a dream in which there is no good and evil, only power and those too weak to pursue it. And I think that is the point of Susan Pevensie staying alive. Living people have the capacity for change, to relocate, unlike those who have died. They have already gone to their true home. Page 6

7 Chapter 4 : Coming home - Pariwhoop - Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis [Archive of Our Own] In Narnia the children discover an evil White Witch who has turned her enemies to stone and placed permanent winter over all the land. According to legend, the brave children are to be lead by Aslan the Great Lion to destroy the witch and transform Narnia back into the paradise it was meant to be. Uncle Andrew made Polly disappear and then guilt-tripped Digory into following her. This is a place which is the connecting point, so to speak, between all the worlds in the multiverse. Then, for a moment, everything became muddled. The next thing Digory knew was that there was a soft green light coming down on him from above, and darkness below. Nothing appeared to be touching him. Then his head suddenly came out into the air and he found himself scrambling ashore, out on to smooth grassy ground at the edge of a pool. As he rose to his feet he noticed that he was neither dripping nor panting for breath as anyone would expect after being under water. His clothes were perfectly dry. He was standing by the edge of a small poolâ not more than ten feet from side to sideâ in a wood. The trees grew close together and were so leafy that he could get no glimpse of the sky. All the light was green light that came through the leaves: It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine. There were no birds, no insects, no animals, and no wind. You could almost feel the trees growing. The pool he had just got out of was not the only pool. There were dozens of othersâ a pool every few yards as far as his eyes could reach. You could almost feel the trees drinking the water up with their roots. This wood was very much alive. I have given Lewis a lot of shit in the past about his inability to describe a scene when the contents do not matter to him, and his sense of scale is awful nothing about the giants in Silver Chair works and I will die on this hill but this is good. Or at least better? Given the improvements in his writing for this book, I do wonder if he had more time with this draft? Think of what a really good author could do with this concept! The strangest thing was that, almost before he had looked about him, Digory had half forgotten how he had come there. At any rate, he was certainly not thinking about Polly, or Uncle Andrew, or even his Mother. He was not in the least frightened, or excited, or curious. Visiting for even a moment can cause you to become a part of the scenery there. Given that Digory has been thoroughly established as caring quite a lot about his ailing mother, this is an effective way to shake the reader and establish stakes: Digory needs to find Polly and leave now before they become trapped here forever. After Digory had looked at the wood for a long time he noticed that there was a girl lying on her back at the foot of a tree a few yards away. Her eyes were nearly shut but not quite, as if she were just between sleeping and waking. So he looked at her for a long time and said nothing. And at last she opened her eyes and looked at him for a long time and she also said nothing. Then she spoke, in a dreamy, contented sort of voice. Before we get to their conversation, I point again to the deliciously creepy idea that the place is feeding on people. Something actively consuming her. I had a sort of ideaâ a sort of picture in my headâ of a boy and a girl, like usâ living somewhere quite differentâ and doing all sorts of things. Perhaps it was only a dream. I remember the girl had a dirty face. In my dream it was the boy who had the dirty face. And it wasâ a fat guinea-pig, nosing about in the grass. But round the middle of the guinea-pig there ran a tape, and, tied on to it by the tape, was a bright yellow ring. And so have I. On the other hand, this book has an omniscient narrator who tells the story with the benefit of hindsight and with lots of little asides like "Digory did not realize the truth quite clearly either, or not till later. The effect somewhat removes Polly from her own story, at least briefly, and I dislike that. The girl now sat up, really interested at last. They stared very hard at one another, trying to remember. After a few minutes of hard talking they had got it straight. Digory explained how beastly Uncle Andrew had been. If we once give in to it we shall just lie down and drowse forever and ever. Cast a drowsy spell? Caused the little ones to lie down to rest? Malevolent eating of the little ones? By the way, how do we get home? It was full of the reflection of the green, leafy branches; they made it look very deep. There was a great splash and of course they closed their eyes. But when they opened them again they found they were still standing, hand in hand, in that green wood, and hardly up to their ankles in water. The pool was apparently only a couple of inches deep. They splashed back onto the dry ground. The subtle undermining of Polly as co-protagonist has begun: The place is too peaceful. The green ones take you home. We must change Page 7

8 rings. Have you got pockets? Put your yellow ring in your left. They put on their green rings and came back to the pool. Supposing there was a world at the bottom of every pool. Digory is the one who realizes that the other pools are worlds of their own. Polly not only has to be convinced of this 4 but she still considers the evil and foolish Uncle Andrew as an authoritative source of information 5. He never had the pluck to come here himself. He only talked of one Other World. But suppose there were dozens? Undermine the female co-protagonist count: Is this why Lewis writes female characters? So they can "look puzzled" at his young male avatar and the young male avatar can explain things at them? And the way Digory explains things to Polly is so deeply aggressive: Think of our tunnel under the slates at home. Nothing ever happens here. Nothing goes on in the in-between places, behind the walls and above the ceilings and under the floor, or in our own tunnel. But when you come out of our tunnel you may find yourself in any house. I think we can get out of this place into jolly well Anywhere! Or not just yet. Now he has his avatar declare that "nothing goes on" in in-between places behind the walls. Remember the blessed mice that you care so much about? They live in the in-between places and keep them quite active, actually. Polly is "dreamily" taking down names for the place while Digory is the active explorer of the duo. She was quite as brave as he about some dangers wasps, for instance but she was not so interested in finding out things nobody had ever heard of before; for Digory was the sort of person who wants to know everything, and when he grew up he became the famous Professor Kirke who comes into other books. What the fuck, Lewis. Where do you start with this? But Digory stubbornly complains about how their fun will be spoilt by Uncle Andrew He had a whole tray of those yellow rings, Digs and you only need to touch one to disappear, I have faith in your ability to duck and weave. And he grows up to become "the famous Professor Kirke" and by omission Polly grows up to be neither famous nor even particularly interesting and honestly fuck you, Lewis. Remember when Digory had an ailing mother who would literally die of grief and shock if Digs went missing without an explanation? It is very hard to tell you what it felt like, for everything happened so quickly. At first there were bright lights moving about in a black sky; Digory always thinks these were stars and even swears that he saw Jupiter quite closeâ close enough to see its moon. But almost at once there were rows and rows of roofs and chimney pots about them, and they could see St. But you could see through the walls of all the houses. Then they could see Uncle Andrew, very vague and shadowy, but getting clearer and more solid-looking all the time, just as if he were coming into focus. And there was the wood all about them, as green and bright and still as ever. The whole thing had taken less than a minute. Page 8

9 Chapter 5 : The Good Guys and the Bad Guys - Official Site theinnatdunvilla.com Welcome back Narnia! I miss my blog apuu. thats right. Let's do some updates of Narnia. After my internship last year on June I took off one month so called-cuti panjang (long break). All you can ever do is chase me. So, think about itâ why bother? So, why not give us both a break and just stop thinking about me? Bronson Alcott was full of dreams and schemes, an idealist who founded a commune called Fruitlands and became a vegan before the term even existed. Fruitlands failed miserably, and Alcott got by on loans from others, including his friend Ralph Waldo Emerson, but the Alcotts were often without money. At 15, Louisa vowed: She never favored the domestic, value-laden type of writing that made her famous. What she really loved was writing lurid Gothic romances, a fondness that traced back to her childhood acting out stories with her sisters; she wrote three of the thrillers under the pen name "A. It was finally published in Bronson Alcott died on March 4, ; a few days earlier, bedridden, he had told his visiting daughter Louisa, "I am going up. He grew up in a big house out in the country. Also, of endless books. Lewis became an atheist after his mother died, and his atheism deepened after he fought on the front lines in France during WWI. He studied at Oxford University, and then became a professor there. After he had been teaching for about a year, he went to an Oxford faculty meeting and met a young professor of Anglo-Saxon named J. Lewis described Tolkien in his diary: Lewis wrote to his best friend from childhood: He described himself as "perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. A few days later, Lewis officially converted to Christianity, riding on a motorcycle on the way to the Whipsnade zoo with his brother. Each week they gathered midday in a back room at the Eagle and Child pub which they called the Bird and Baby for food, cider, and informal conversation. Lewis flicked his cigarette ashes directly on the carpet, and as one member pointed out, it was impossible to tell whether his gray chairs and sofa were gray originally or were just dirty. The Inklings would arrive slowly between 9 and One day Lewis sat down to write a story for his goddaughter, Lucy. He said it "began with a picture of a Faun carrying an umbrella and parcels in a snowy wood. The picture had been in my mind since I was about Then one day when I was about 40, I said to myself: Be well, do good work, and keep in touch. Page 9

10 Chapter 6 : the chronicles of Narnia becomes Narnia, the forgotten country. Coleridge is the great witness for the imagination, for the wonder of life. The mythic journey of the "Ancient Mariner," which. The Love of Dragons What if you woke up in your favorite book series? Where does reality stop and a living book begin? The implications are incredible. Book 1 of a 3-book base trilogy. Epilogue references Avengers characters. After introducing them to King Lune and Queen Susan, everyone crashed for the night before reconvening so Jacob can share his whole story and hopefully stop some of the inevitable gossip from spreading. Chapter 15 Nothing was said for a minute as I pondered where to start. Ahh man, how do I explain that? So, think of it like this then. Imagine the stars, planets, space, time, energy â everything, is contained inside a giant round pot. Now, put another pot beside it, with its space and time, galaxies, civilization, everything. The space between them is the â well â nothing outside of time and space itself. I live in that other pot, and for whatever reason God allowed me to get transported over to the pot that this world is in. Created beings are bound inside the laws of time and space. The country is split into 50 states or provinces as you would call them. Everyone keeping up so far? Cor was somewhat listening since he had already heard this part. Corrin, on the other hand, was staring perplexed as he took it all in. King Lune had a similar expression while Dar and Darrin looked rather skeptical. The looks remained unchanged, so I continued. Some friends and I were out on a camping trip when I had to get up during the night. This is the part where it really gets weird. When I came out of the tent, I looked over and saw a campfire going and thought it was ours. In my, well, ignorance I started walking toward it and felt this weird tingling. That had to have been when I crossed over. By the time I was close enough to see the figures I panicked and tried to hide. No luck since Bree found me. We kept going until we finally had to make a plan to get through Tashbaan. It took some debating, but we ultimately decided to disguise ourselves and just try to sneak through. In fact, their disguises were impeccable. We were all afraid we had been captured, destined to be returned where we came from, or worse. Which was probably a good thing. Edmund and Peridian grabbed us and we were hustled off before our heads could process anything. And I am sorry about the scare, friend. Look, it was an honest mistake under horrible situations. Just forget about it and move on. Tumnus should probably explain this bit. Well your majesties, when Prince Cor and Jacob came in, we were all smothering them with questions when I noticed that both looked as pale as a sheet. Of course, being an observant faun, I decided they had the flu. Of course, looking back the misunderstanding now, the poor lads were obviously scared to death. So, I went at once to fetch some iced sherbert for Prince Cor, who I thought was Corrin, and when I came back, Jacob asked me about portals. That can be a rather touchy subject. Tumnus took Jacob back in so he could rest while my brother and our company went about the preparations. That must have been when Corrin came back. I had snuck out to explore and came across a group of bullies that were putting Her Majesty down. I knocked one of them down and he went howling off. I thought the trollop had left when he appeared with some of his comrades. I managed to stop them before making my way back, climbing up to the window and knocking over a vase in the process. Jacob, you must be a hard sleeper to have slept through that. I guess the combination of shock and exhaustion finally caught up with me. When I truly sleep though, I usually sleep really deep like that. We made it safely onto the ship that night, arriving at Cair Paravel the next morning. It took us a day to assemble the army and start making our way south. Chervy showed up at that point, mumbling about a boy named Shasta showing up and going about Rabadash and two-hundred horse attacking Anvard. Looking back, that was obviously Cor. How did you end up there? And no, I am not telling that story again. If you want to know, ask Corrin. We hobbled inside, and he sent me on, telling me to head straight north no matter what. The hermit said he knew so by his arts. I was tired, but I ran anyways. By the time I ran into father, I was ready to collapse. But, still, you did the right thing son. By the morning, I had wandered down into the woods and stopped for breakfast at a tree house. That was when I ran into Edmund and the others. You certainly know the rest. My stomach started getting anxious again, but I managed to hold it down. To my utter relief, the "bird" had been cleaned and breaded. Not my favorite, but decent. The meal was rounded out by grapes, some Page 10

11 excellent bread, and mutton. The conversation ceased for about fifteen minutes while the dishes were set out and everyone filled their plates. Desert was meat pie and cheese. Finally, King Lune gave a satisfied sigh, contentedly patting his slightly larger girth. He scrunched up his brow as he steered the conversation toward an unpleasant topic. Such an assault puts him on a level with a common assassin. But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did. King Lune guffawed in response. His strength is in numbers, and numbers will never cross the desert. But I have no stomach for killing men, even traitors in cold blood. To have cut his throat in battle would have eased my heart mightily, but this is a different thing. Let him go free on strait promise of fair dealing in the future. It may be that he will keep his word. But, by the Lion, if he breaks it again, may it be in such time and place that any of us could cut off his head in clean battle. It took a half hour for everyone to settle in the throne room and figure out the seating arrangement. When we were finally finished, king Lune set at the head of the table with Lucy on his right and Aravis on his left. Edmund was at one end of the table with Darrin facing him on the other. Cor was seated next to Aravis and Corin was seated next to Lucy. Peridian was between Lucy and Edmund and Dar had one of the two remaining spots between Darrin and Cor. I was starting to leave the room when Edmund told me to come over and take the remaining seat. I stared at him for a second with surprise etched over my face. You have earned your seat with this group, have you not? Before I could finish processing it though, Lune nodded to the guards and they brought Rabadash in. The man looked like a mess. The clothes were disheveled grime covered. In fact, he had turned his nose up at any attempts to make him comfortable, ignoring his supper and spending the whole night pacing and cursing. King Lune was the first one to breach the silence. Nevertheless, in consideration of your youth and the ill nurture, devoid of all gentleness and courtesy, which you have doubtless had in the land of slaves and tyrants, we are disposed to set you free, unharmed, on these conditions. You think I will even hear your conditions? Page 11

12 Chapter 7 : Narnia: Beyond The Wardrobe Sermon by Christian Breuninger, Ecclesiastes - theinnatdunvilla The adventures of four children who inadvertently wander into an old wardrobe into the exciting, never-to-be-forgotten Narnia are faithfully recreated, along with the benevolence and mystery of Aslan, the great lion, and his struggle with the White Witch. Reviews 30 Peter, Susan, Edmund e Lucy sono sfollati in campagna: E quante sorprese li aspettano, nella grande casa che li ospita! Good, tight writing, good description. The British slang will be a stumbling block to some. And there were a few slight pieces of sexism that I ignored, skipped over, or re-worded on the fly. But honestly, this book was written 60 years ago, and you need to cut it a little slack because of that. And in my opinion, it only needs a little slack. This is where you start the series. So humans create fantasy as a means of escape. We watch movies or go to the theatre to see something more interesting than the standard realities of the everyday. We paint pictures and gaze up at the stars. We play video games and roleplay. S Lewis and J. K Rowling show us this miserable world; they show us its tones of grey. Then underneath it all they reveal something spectacular: So we have four rather ordinary children about to embark on an extraordinary adventure. As a child I used to always daydream. I still do this as an adult. And this is why I love fantasy so much because it is so immersive; it literally takes my mind away. Lucy, Susan, Edward and Peter are the lucky ones. When they stumble across the wardrobe, the gateway into a more interesting realm, they experience something spectacular. For in Narnia there is also Aslan and a whole bunch of interesting characters. There is hope, magic and companionship. The wise old Aslan though is the star of the show. He sacrifices himself for his friends, for his people. Though one issue I have with the book, and one that makes me very much aware of the text as a construct, is the questions over why Aslan actually needed to the four children. He pretty much deals with the problems by himself. Now I find this somewhat stupid. This book is, undeniable, full of Christian dogmatism. Read this with an open mind, as an English Literature student, I read the bible. And this story is no different. Take it for what it is. I do, however, much prefer the works of Tolkien. I feel that his writing is more universal in terms of age audience. I love Narnia but I can, at least from my perspective, objectively say that Tolkien was a better writer. Though what Narnia does have is Aslan. Could you imagine the stories those two could share? The closest he got to defining goodness was that you could tell the good people from the vague aura of light that surrounded them--and which even shone in their cat. In this book, the cat is much bigger. Aslan had no character, he was just a big, dull stand-in. Lewis often tells us how great he is, but never demonstrates what it is that makes him great or impressive. Sure, he helps the kids, but all that makes him is a plot facilitator. He also has his big Jesus moment, but that has the same problem as the original: Like Mickey Mouse, Jesus started out as an oddball troublemaker with his fair share of personality, but becoming the smiling face of a multinational organization bent on world domination takes a lot out of a mascot, whether your magic castle is in California or Rome. Such a visible figure must become universally appealing, universally friendly and loving, lest some subset of followers feel left out. This also beggars the question: Why did all the animals and fairies and giants have to suffer the pain of an endless winter? Sure, Lewis mentions something vague about a prophecy, but in fantasy, prophecy is always a bandaid authors stick over their plot holes: In that regard, I have to say Lewis did an excellent job boiling down Christianity into a fable, and leaving the problem of evil completely intact. Some readers suggest that Aslan lets the queen take over to teach the kids a lesson, but is it really worthwhile to let all the inhabitants of a kingdom suffer a century of misery just to teach a few kids about the true meaning of friendship? The villain is just as poorly-constructed, and seems less concerned with defeating her enemies than with being pointlessly capricious. She manages to trick one of the children, but instead of taking advantage of this fact, she immediately makes it clear that she tricked him. I mean, how did someone that incompetent take over in the first place? Selectively stupid characters are silly and convenient, especially as villains, because this completely undermines their role as foil. It is impressive when characters overcome challenges, but not when challenges simply crumble before them. The children are lucky the Queen was more of a fart-stealing Old Nick than a Miltonian Satan, otherwise they never would have stood a chance. Dante has Virgil lead him Page 12

13 through hell, the Buddha was made into a saint, holidays were given new meanings even if they often kept old symbols and names, and magical monsters were also given a place in the new faith. These books were rarely accurate, but allowed Christian theology to adopt many stories and superstitions from earlier periods; for instance, the connection between unicorns and virginity or the belief that pelicans fed their own blood to their young, in imitation of communion. He did not draw on the elaborate, convoluted apocrypha of hallucinatory monsters and miracles that mystics obsess over, instead, he made a small, sane, reasonable magical world--which rather defeats the point. Many authors have come to the genre with much more imagination, a deeper sense of wonder, and a more far-reaching exploration of magic. Lewis, like Tolkien, may be a well-known example, but both are rather short-sighted, and neither one achieves as much as the many talented authors who came before. There is no attempt to comprehend or to come to mutual understanding. Lewis was speaking to me. Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do. Four siblings on a rainy day play hide-and-seek. The youngest discovers an incredible secret in the back One day, you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again. After a fair amount of convincing, she and her three siblings set out to explore and are soon whisked into the land of Narnia. Could you imagine a more magical world? The amazing characters - from Mr. Tumnus to the White Queen - just tie this story together. Audiobook Comments Read by Michael York and this was a pleasure to listen to. I felt like a little kid being read to! I must have read it three or four times as a child. Hits all the spots in my reading dreams. Every child should read it. Imagination runs free here. And the rest follow her. Aslan, the hero lion, helps show what sacrifice is all about. I spent many a days looking for the secret world hidden somewhere in my closets. While I never actually transported to another world, this book is like its own Narnia - a transport into something magical. It was first read to me in 4th grade. We would all come in from lunch and our teacher would read to us for about 30 minutes before we would start class. Over the next few weeks we were enthralled by this story, we couldnt wait for lunch period to be over so we could hear what was happening in this magic kingdom I loved this book. Over the next few weeks we were enthralled by this story, we couldnt wait for lunch period to be over so we could hear what was happening in this magic kingdom, called Narnia. From the begining we all identified with Lucy and her siblings. How was it possible that an English girl could transport herself to another place, simply by hiding in a wardrobe? And once through the wardrobe, there was this wonderful and friendly creature called a faun, Mr Tumnus. All this in only the first chapter. As the chapters progressed we got to know more about the siblings and the other creatures who inhabit Narnia. Some people critisize C. S Lewis for using too much Christian symbolism, but I was in 4th grade and to me this was the most wonderful and exciting book ever written for children. When Mr Goodwin finished the book. I instantly went to the library so I could read it myself. I was very proud this was the first book I read "without pictures". To my joy, I discovered there were other books about Narnia and I eventually read all of them too. Evenutually I discovered other wonderful places in other books and I continue to look for them today. I will always be grateful to Mr Goodwin, he started off by telling me about Narnia, but in the end, he introduced me to so much more through my on going love of books. Thank you Mr Goodwin, for everything. Page 13