I decided that since I still struggle with anything beyond a 8-10 year old reading level right now, it might be nice to revisit some old favorites in the juvenile fic and YA range, and see how that goes. I’m happy to say it was delightful. I think just because the narrative was so familiar (I read this one four or five times in my childhood and teen years), my brain didn’t have to focus as much to understand and I could just enjoy it. I found myself getting through multiple chapters at a sitting, liking all the details I had forgotten, and taking pleasure in the storytelling again. The only part that dragged me down was a chapter near the end of the book (pictured on the cover) where the children take a journey and a lot of landscape is described, without much dialog anywhere. I found that mentally taxing and hard to picture. Maybe it is the imaginative things that my mind still struggles with. I think I should try some authors that I used to find dull in the past- because they were all tell, very little show– and it could be that works better for me now. Mercedes Lackey comes to mind . . . .
Anyhow, I am sure there are a hundred blogs and other review places that have noted this story before, so I’ll keep it brief. This book is a precursor to the Narnia series, even though it was published as book 6. In the timeline it comes first, telling how the world was formed. It’s a lively and interesting story, mostly (in my opinion) because the child characters are so very like real children, with their squabbles and their fun and occasional naughtiness and struggles with doing what’s right when the opposite is very tempting. It also has very strong metaphors, symbolism and narrative arc reflecting Christian ideology. Which I never at all noticed as a kid. Now it is so obvious to me, but as an adult reader I didn’t mind.
Two kids live in neighboring flats in London. On a boring rainy day, they start exploring a sort of attic space that spans all the houses in the row. Sneaking into what they think is an empty flat, they’re surprised to find themselves in the private study of Digory (the boy)’s uncle, who is a self-made magician. Needing a guinea pig for his experiments, he tricks them into using magic rings that send them to another world. It’s not actually another world they reach, but a kind of connection place between many worlds. Digory is eager to explore more places, the girl Polly is cautious. Which causes some arguments to arise. They do go into other worlds- one seems ancient and dead, but they inadvertently awaken an old evil there. She follows them back to London (though they try to evade her) and causes all sorts of trouble. Her aim is to take over everything, but before she can manage that, they pull her back into the between place. Leap into the next world thinking it’s her old dead one, but are in a new place entirely- a world just coming into being. Where Narnia is. They witness the lion ruler Aslan creating things and bringing all the animals to life. Unhappily, they have also led the evil woman into Narnia, and so Digory has to go on a quest to procure a magical fruit that will grow into a tree protecting the land from her. However, he is sorely tempted because he wants to take the fruit back home instead, where his mother lies bedridden and terminally ill- he thinks the fruit will cure her. In the end he does make the right choice, and is benevolently rewarded, and anyone who has read the other Narnia books will see in here the origins of the White Witch, the wardrobe that leads other children into Narnia, and the lamp post that grows in a forest.
I’m so glad I re-read this. I plan to revisit more over the upcoming weeks.