In Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis retells – or, rather, reinterprets – the myth of Cupid and Psyche. Throughout, the story, which takes place in the Kingdom of Glome, is told from the first person perspective of Orual, Psyche’s ‘ugly’ older sister.
Redival and Orual are the daughters of a king and queen. When their mother dies, their father remarries rather quickly, and their stepmother passes away after giving birth to a baby girl named Istra. Istra is rather quickly given the nickname of Psyche by Orual, who dotes upon her from the first. As one might expect in a novel such as this, there is a thread of brutality which can be found from beginning to end. Violence is a way of life in Glome, and the king in particular exemplifies this cruelty.
Orual is quite a strong heroine, but in some ways, she did not quite feel fully developed. I did not like her, but on reflection, I do not think that I really needed to. She is such a pivotal character in Lewis’ retelling of the myth, who serves to bring all of the story’s threads together coherently, and her behaviour – nasty though it was – was rendered understandable due to her past and the treatment of others under her father’s rule. The same can also be said for Redival.
Lewis’ take on the myth has been well thought out, and the twists which he weaves into the plot are clever and often unexpected. He clearly knows the original material well, and successfully puts his own spin onto the story’s events. Despite this, I found that it took rather a long time – until Psyche’s birth, really, which does not occur for some time – to get into the story. Lewis does not make the best use of his Ancient Greek setting throughout, and the beginning of the novel does not therefore feel grounded in any way. Some of the dialogue used sadly felt a little flat, and it was particularly unemotional during those scenes in which it really should have been.
Whilst I did not enjoy Till We Have Faces as much as I thought I would, it is a good choice for a book club read, as many points within its pages are worthy of discussion. I am looking forward to reading more of Lewis’ adult books, particularly to see the ways in which they compare to this one.