I have been in the process of reading Until We Have Faces for about a year now and I am still not finished with the book, my friend’s mother suggested that I read the book so I went out and bought it. I think C.S. Lewis is a brilliant story teller and this book is no exception. It is a beautiful fable or as it is called ‘a myth retold.’ As I have discussed many times previously, myth is a way for a story teller to point the listeners in a direction. This work is unique because the story has already been told, so the way to see which direction the mythologist is pointing is to see what he added or subtracted.
Lewis tells the story from the view of one of Psyche’s sisters who cannot understand love or anything supernatural. Psyche brings her sister to a palace built by her lover and her sister cannot see it, she is unable to be a part of this world that is out of the realm of natural. This coincides with my paper which asserts that when a person’s mind can be opened to the idea of a second reality, the reality is strengthened and it becomes more real. If the sister could open her eyes to this other realness then she would be free from her ignorance of love.
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