The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis
On a daring quest to save a life, two friends are hurled into another world, where an evil sorceress seeks to enslave them. But then the lion Aslan’s song weaves itself into the fabric of a new land, a land that will be known as Narnia. And in Narnia, all things are possible.
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Reading The Magician’s Nephew was like learning about a secret: a secret about a Lion, a Witch, a Wardrobe, and how they came to be. The secret began with a boy and a girl. Although they were not the most memorable characters, the magical worlds they discovered distracted me from that. There was a quiet world between worlds, an old red world, and, best of all, Narnia, when it was nothing but darkness and its first light broke out with a song.
“A voice had begun to sing. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard.”
I loved the second half of the book where all the whys and the hows in the succeeding books were explained – including that conspicuous lamp post. Even more interesting were the similarities to the Theory of Special Creation. Whether intentional or not, it gave me an insight into Lewis’ beliefs and it reminded me that authors are basically just people writing stories about what they know and care about.
The narration was straight-forward and the plot was simple, but this simplicity was both a hit and a miss. It was easy to understand, but the characters lacked the depth and complexities that would have made them memorable. The story also sometimes bordered between boring and uninteresting before Aslan came into the picture. Still, it’s hard not to like it because, for a book that markets itself as children’s literature, I think it was just right.