It made me uneasy then and, like others, I have viewed the Narnia books uneasily ever since, while admiring Lewis’ imagination. I remember wondering if I was the first to notice. But then came Aslan the lion, in some strange way resembling – representing? – Christ. The White Witch made a frightening villain and Lucy and the rest were like the children I liked from many other books. I can feel the fur brushing my face and see the bright light shining on the crisp snow. Lucy pushing her way through the fur coats, emerging in ice-bound Narnia and meeting a faun under a lamp-post in the middle of a wood. I am not sure how old I was – not very, anyway – when I first read C S Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (1950), but it has remained vivid. Review by Val H., picking up some points about changing attitudes to religion in the recent post Religion in the middle-brow novels by margaretbennett72.
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