I love books that make me cry, and I love books that make me laugh. The Loser Letters, the new book by Mary Eberstadt, made me laugh out loud on almost every page; that’s why we’re reading it next month at the Catholic Post Book Group. Go get it now so you’ll be ready. You’ll thank me, I promise.
But Till We Have Faces is one of those that make me cry.
A lesser-known novel of C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces is a retelling of the Cupid and Psyche myth, told from the perspective of a sister of Psyche. I believe C.S. Lewis considered it his finest novel, and though our family is completely enamored of all things “Narnia,” (the books for which he is most famous these days) I have to agree.
I have read this book multiple times over the years, and I can’t recall a time it didn’t bring tears with it. I read it once as a newlywed while traveling with my husband on the Cape May-Lewes Ferry. I vividly remember being on the ferry, with the water all blue and shimmery around me, and there I was, crying profusely as I read, saying over and over to my husband, “This is so beautiful.” And he, poor husband, having grown up with only brothers, learned a little more about women that day.
I’m only kidding a little bit here when I say I’m shocked (shocked!) to find that not everyone loves this novel as I do. Some years back I proposed this book as a parish book club read, and it was a big fat failure. I can’t remember one person among those faithful, lovely people, who loved it or even liked it. So clearly it’s not for everyone.
But if you do enjoy Greek mythology or are a fan of anything by C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces is a great read.