Should I Write It???

A visitor to this blog has suggested that I write the missing Narnia story.

First I would have to get permission from the estate of C.S. Lewis. I have no idea what would be the chances of that. Supposing I got it, I’d have a tremendously hard act to follow. There would be plenty of Narnia fans who wouldn’t be pleased no matter what I did.

Obviously the story would have to be about redemption–Queen Susan’s, and ultimately our own. As you’ll see when you read The Fugitive Prince, I’m not afraid to write about redemption. It’s an overarching theme of the whole Bell Mountain series. But I am afraid of trying to imitate C.S. Lewis, so I would have to write a Narnia story in my own way, without trying to imitate one of the least imitable writers I have ever read.

It doesn’t seem to me that Susan committed any gaudy, eye-popping sins. She just sort of drifted away from Aslan–as so many of us, at one time or another in our lives, just drift away from Christ. You don’t have to commit any big sins to do that; a lot of little ones will do as well. Individually, they might not even look like sins. Is there really anything all that sinful about “nylons and lipstick and invitations”? It would be easier to write the story if Susan became an adulteress, a counterfeiter, or an atheist. But I don’t think Lewis would have been interested in anything that obvious. No–this would have to be a story about being delivered from bondage to a lot of sneaky little sins that imperceptibly add up to the great sin of forgetfulness. Come to think of it, that’s the same sin committed by Obann as a nation in the Bell Mountain stories.

Regardless of whether I decide to stick to my own matter of Obann, etc., and not take up this challenge, I still think someone ought to do it. But I’ll think about it until, as Sir Bors once said, “a better knight shall come along to do this battle.”

 

 

The Missing Chronicle of Narnia

I’ve mentioned before that there is one Narnia story that remains to be written. C.S. Lewis ought to have written it himself, and I think he would have, if he’d lived longer.

Narnia fans will remember that, in The Last Battle, all the children and adults who visited Narnia return as kings and queens. They’ve all come back to stay–all of them, that is, except for Susan. As Lewis wrote:

“…Has not your Majesty two sisters? Where is Queen Susan?”

“My sister Susan,” answered Peter shortly and gravely, “is no longer a friend of Narnia.”

“Yes,” said Eustace, “and whenever you’ve tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says, ‘What wonderful memories you have! Fancy you still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.'”

“Oh, Susan!” said Jill. “She’s interested in nothing nowadays except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She was always a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up.”

“Grown-up, indeed,” said the Lady Polly. “I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she’ll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age…”

The odd thing about this conversation is that all the speakers are dead. They have passed on into the afterlife. So apparently Susan has not yet died, and is lost to Narnia forever.

But what did Aslan do to Susan, her brothers, and her sister in the first Narnia book, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe? He made them kings and queens of Narnia. And what did he say?

“Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen.”

To those who understand the stories, it’s inconceivable that Aslan could be wrong. That he could have made an error in judgment in making Susan a queen. That he could have said “always” when he really meant, “for a little while or so.”

To be sure, Susan has been sidetracked by the cares and seductions of her life in the “real” world.

And so the story that needs to be written is, How does she get back to Narnia? How does Aslan rescue and redeem her?

We have all gone astray, at one time or another in our lives. We have all kept the Good Shepherd busy. But if He means to save you, He will. Period.

I would very much like to know Susan’s story, after her brothers and sister have died and been brought back to live eternally in Aslan’s country (of which Narnia and England are but parts).

Isn’t it about time someone wrote it?

My Five Favorite Fantasy Films

I think you’ll find some surprises in this list.

1. Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid (1948) stars William Powell as a Boston man in a mid-life crisis who falls in love with a real, live mermaid (Ann Blythe). This movie is just chock-full of witty lines and preposterous situations: like when Mr. Peabody enters “The Wee Shop of Intimate Things” and tries to buy “half a bathing suit.” Or when a nosy P.R. man spots him bending over a fish pond and whispering heart-felt words of love to… a fish, it seems. They just don’t make ’em like this anymore!

2. Jason and the Argonauts (1963), in which Ray Harryhausen created some of the greatest, most eye-popping special effects ever, using clay models and his trademark stop-motion techniques. To this day, in spite of all our technological advances, no one has ever surpassed Harryhausen’s rendition of the giant bronze statue of Talos coming to life, and his battle between the Argonauts and a platoon of homicidal skeletons: two of the greatest special effects scenes ever, in one movie.

3. The Princess Bride (1987), William Goldman’s “bent fairy tale,” featuring pro wrestling legend Andre the Giant in his one and only movie role. But it’s Mandy Patinkin who steals the show, with his immortal lines, “Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” You’ll never see a movie with a sprightlier, more creative screenplay.

4. One Touch of Venus (1948) Ava Gardner is a statue of the goddess Venus who comes to life and falls in love with department store clerk Robert Walker, and turns his humdrum life upside-down. This film is another festival of wit: song lyrics by Ogden Nash, and Eve Arden in a supporting role, delivering a fusillade of droll one-liners. Compared to this, movies today are made by cavemen.

5. Ugetsu (1953), directed by Kenji Mizoguchi. Many of you probably have never heard of this one. It’s a grim little tale of two idiots, a potter and his clod of a brother-in-law, who get caught up first in a civil war and then in supernatural events. Watch what happens when the potter thinks he has become the lover of a princess of a noble house. Sweet dreams!

All five of these movies have one thing in common: they are fantasies that thoroughly succeed in carrying you away for an hour and a half or so–and I do mean far away. But don’t worry. You can always come back.

Christmas in March

Here’s another movie you’ve got to catch on youtube, free of charge: Poirot’s Christmas, a feature-length murder mystery starring David Suchet. Patty and I watched it last night, and it blew me away.

Against a background of beautifully-sung Christmas hymns (no “Frosty the Snowman” or anything like that), Hercule Poirot navigates his way through a complicated mess of crime, cruelty, murder, vengeance, and injustice–one of the nastier cases he’s ever had to investigate. Watching it had a strange effect on me: I found myself tearing up when the Christmas music started, and even praying silently. (I won’t tell you what I prayed, except to say I asked the Father to give Christmas more power in this poor, fallen world.)

Why this odd juxtaposition of crime and Christmas?

I can’t read Agatha Christie’s mind, but I can read my own. To ponder the crimes against the Christmas background was to me a very powerful reminder of why Our Lord Jesus Christ had to come here in the first place–a reminder that yes, He did come, and yes, He has saved us who put our trust in Him.

Not a bad achievement for a murder mystery.

Make Way For ‘The Fugitive Prince’

Typesetting for Book #5 of my Bell Mountain series, The Fugitive Prince, is finished. All we’re still waiting for is final proofreading, and the cover art by Kirk DouPonce, who has done all of the covers so far. Which means the book will be out before much longer–calloo, callay, o frabjous day!

The Fugitive Prince picks up the story where it left off at the end of #4, The Last Banquet. All of the surviving characters return, plus some new ones. God is by no means finished shaking up the world. But I’m afraid I’ll spoil it for you if I tell you any more.

Of course, you and your kids can always read fantasies about teenage girls using witchcraft to get that oh-so-hunky boy in Algebra I, or disagreeable characters killing each other off to get more power, or read nothing at all, and just play video games about killing this or that kind of victim. But if you’re visiting this blog in the first place, I reckon you’re looking for something better.

As long as you’re here, it’s easy to click “Books” and examine my babies: you can even read sample chapters. If enough of you were to do it, I could stop writing these flamin’ commercials disguised as blog posts. Buy my books, and help me keep my self-respect.

No Reincarnation Without a License!

If you think yesterday’s post was wild, get a load of this. But first it must be said that, unlike yesterday’s takeoff, **this is not a satire.** (The Supreme Court of Canada did rule that true statements may not be made if the truth tends to be “hateful.” But I made up that bit about the vampires.)

The Chinese Communist occupation government of Tibet has ruled that Buddhist monks may not be reincarnated without first getting permission from the government. This edict was handed down in 2006; it has taken seven years for the story to come out. A minute’s search on the Internet will provide you with the details.

The government of China is officially atheist. Don’t ask me why they’re trying to regulate something which they claim does not exist. Maybe somewhere in the Chinese government there is a Michael Bloomberg who wants to regulate everything whether it’s real or not.

Gee–what’ll they do if somebody goes ahead and gets reincarnated without their permission? And wouldn’t you like to get your hands on one of those permission forms?

Somewhere in Washington, or on the New York Times editorial board, is someone just fuming with envy because the Chicoms can do this and he can’t.

 

Canada Won’t Let You Know the Truth About Vampires

The Supreme Court of Canada last week ruled that you can’t speak the truth if the truth is hateful: that is, if the truth would be likely to cause a particular group to be “exposed to hatred or vilification.” They’re making hate against the law in Canada. If they succeed in this, we may see them outlaw other basic human emotions, too.

Meanwhile, here’s how it works: here are the limits which the court has placed on truth.

You can still stay, “I don’t want to live next door to vampires.” But if anyone asks why, you will be breaking the law if you answer, “Because vampires come out of their graves at night and suck the blood of the living.” You can’t say that–because if people knew that vampires do what vampires do, they might vilify vampires or even come to hate them. And it certainly goes without saying that you cannot say, “The only way you can stop a vampire from preying on the living is to drive a stake through his heart.”

In vain–or is it “in vein”?–you will argue before any Canadian “human rights (LOL)” commission or tribunal that what you’ve said is true: that vampires are a menace to the living. You may not speak any truth that might incite hate or cause “vilification” to occur. They won’t even let you explain why you wear a silver crucifix around your neck and have garlic hanging on your doors and windows. If you were to share such information, you would be guilty of hate speech.

Why does the Supreme Court of Canada wish to coddle vampires?

Your guess is as good as mine.

I’ve Done Something Really Stupid

I didn’t want to post anything political today. Nevertheless, I can’t do my day job without inspecting the political landscape. But I said to my wife, “I want to post something clean and sane and fun today.”

So I went right off to several news sites to see what’s happening. And now I’m too dispirited to write anything clean and sane and fun. What else could I have expected? I must be bloody stupid!

You know what? I’m not even going to make a list of these dreary news stories. I’ve run out of barf bags.

What I really need is a new Bell Mountain book to write. The fifth book, The Fugitive Prince, is still in typesetting, still waiting for a cover, and #6, The Palace, is being edited. It’s about time I got back to Obann to find out more of the story.

Meanwhile in New York City, the trial of “the cannibal cop” is making headlines. (“I wasn’t really gonna kidnap any women, kill them, and eat them. It was only my fantasy!” You can imagine how that defense makes us fantasy writers feel.)

Lintum Forest, here I come.

How Badly Do We Need ‘Openly Gay’ Judges?

The buzz around Mordor-on-the-Potomac is that we’re soon going to get our very first “openly gay black man” as a federal judge, and, as an added bonus, our first “Asian-American lesbian” federal judge, too–appointed by a sham president who dares to speak of his “walk with Christ,” and confirmed by a Senate full of corrupt, thieving moral imbeciles.

But they haven’t thought this through. I mean, a federal judgeship is a great job! You can never be fired, you don’t have to be at all good at it, and the pay is generous.

Will this not lead to certain base persons only pretending to be homosexuals, just so they can be appointed to the federal bench? Shouldn’t the Senate then demand that such a person prove he is a homosexual? And what kind of proof would be accepted? After all, character witnesses can be persuaded to lie, and photos and videotapes can always be faked.

Perhaps a practical demonstration, on the floor of the Senate, would do the trick.

Yes, I know it’s disgusting. But that won’t bother anybody in this Senate.

Coming Soon: The Bell Mountain Movie

People always ask me when my books are going to be made into movies. I don’t know, of course. But Bell Mountain and its sequels would make terrific movies, and I’d like to make them as soon as I can round up the right actors. My casting director has already made the following recommendations.

Claude Rains as the arch-villain, Lord Reesh. He could do it standing on his head, and even better, standing on his feet.

Max Von Sydow as Obst, the hermit-turned-missionary. I’ve always seen him in that part.

Steve McQueen as the conflicted assassin, Martis. He’d have to dye his hair, but it’d be worth it. McQueen has a kind of edgy, vulnerable quality that’d be just right. If he doesn’t want the role, I’ll offer it to Mel Gibson.

Toshiro Mifune as the horse-lord, Szegetai. No one else!

John Wayne as the wild man, Helki. Maybe that sounds a bit odd to you, but I’m convinced the Duke could do it.

Derek Jacobi as Prester Orth. You’ll all see the wisdom of this pick after The Fugitive Prince is published. Trust me, it’s a plum role.

I haven’t cast the youngsters yet–Jack and Ellayne, King Ryons, Queen Gurun, and the eccentric little mimic from The Fugitive Prince, Fnaa. The best child actors are always just waiting to be discovered.

Admittedly there are some difficulties with this. Some of the actors haven’t been born yet, and some have passed on. But, hey–we don’t call it “fantasy” for nothing.

PS–Feel free to post any further suggestions as Comments. Anyone who proposes an actor or actress who actually winds up being used will receive a full credit at the Oscars.