I can vividÂly recall the first time I read C.S. Lewis’s The ScrewÂtape LetÂters. I was fourÂteen, and I was preÂpared to be terÂriÂfied by the book, knowÂing of its demonÂic subÂject matÂter and believÂing at the time in invisÂiÂble malevÂoÂlence. The novÂel is writÂten as a series of letÂters between ScrewÂtape and his nephew WormÂwood, two devÂils tasked with corÂruptÂing their human charges, or “patients,” through all sorts of subÂtle and insidÂiÂous tricks. The book has a repÂuÂtaÂtion as a litÂerÂary aid to ChrisÂtÂian living—like Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress—but it’s so much more than that. Instead of fire and brimÂstone, I found ribÂald wit, sharp satire, a cutÂting psyÂchoÂlogÂiÂcal disÂsecÂtion of the modÂern WestÂern mind, with its evaÂsions, preÂtenÂsions, and cagey deluÂsions. Stripped of its theÂolÂoÂgy, it might have been writÂten by Orwell or Sartre, though Lewis clearÂly owes a debt to Kierkegaard, as well as the long traÂdiÂtion of medieval moralÂiÂty plays, with their cavortÂing devÂils and didacÂtic human types. Yes, the book is baldÂly moralÂisÂtic, but it’s also a brilÂliant examÂiÂnaÂtion of all the twistÂed ways we fool ourÂselves and disÂsemÂble, or if you like, get led astray by evil forces.
If you haven’t read the book, you can see a conÂcise aniÂmaÂtion of a critÂiÂcal scene above, one of sevÂen made by “C.S. Lewis DooÂdle” that illusÂtrate the key points of some of Lewis’s books and essays. Lewis believed in evil forces, but his method of preÂsentÂing them is priÂmarÂiÂly litÂerÂary, and thereÂfore ambiguÂous and open to many difÂferÂent readÂings (someÂwhat like the devÂil Woland in Mikhail Bulgakov’s The MasÂter and MarÂgariÂta). The author imagÂined hell as “someÂthing like the bureauÂcraÂcy of a police state or a thorÂoughÂly nasty busiÂness office,” a descripÂtion as chillÂing as it is inherÂentÂly comÂic. As you can see above in the aniÂmatÂed scene from ScrewÂtape by C.S. Lewis DooÂdle, the devils—though drawn in this case as old-fashÂioned winged fiends—behave like petÂty funcÂtionarÂies as they lead Wormwood’s solidÂly midÂdle-class “patient” into the sinÂisÂter clutchÂes of mateÂriÂalÂist docÂtrine by appealÂing to his intelÂlecÂtuÂal vanÂiÂty. As much as it’s a conÂdemÂnaÂtion of said docÂtrine, the scene also works as a criÂtique of a popÂuÂlar disÂcourse that thrives on fashÂionÂable jarÂgon and the desire to be seen as relÂeÂvant and well-read, no matÂter the truth or coherÂence of one’s beliefs.
ScrewÂtape was by no means my first introÂducÂtion to Lewis’s works. Like many, many peoÂple, I cut my litÂerÂary teeth on The ChronÂiÂcles of NarÂnia (availÂable on audio here) and his brilÂliant sci-fi Space TrilÂoÂgy. But it was the first book of his I’d read that was clearÂly apoloÂgetic in its intent, rather than alleÂgorÂiÂcal. I’m sure I’m not unique among Lewis’s readÂers in gradÂuÂatÂing from ScrewÂtape to his more philoÂsophÂiÂcal books and many essays. One such piece, “We Have No (UnlimÂitÂed) Right to HapÂpiÂness,” takes on the modÂern conÂcepÂtion of rights as natÂurÂal guarÂanÂtees, rather than sociÂetal conÂvenÂtions. As he criÂtiques this relÂaÂtiveÂly recent notion, Lewis develÂops a theÂoÂry of sexÂuÂal moralÂiÂty in which “when two peoÂple achieve lastÂing hapÂpiÂness, this is not soleÂly because they are great lovers but because they are also—I must put it crudely—good peoÂple; conÂtrolled, loyÂal, fair-mindÂed, mutuÂalÂly adaptÂable peoÂple.” The C.S. Lewis DooÂdle above illusÂtrates the many examÂples of fickÂleÂness and inconÂstanÂcy that Lewis presents in his essay as foils for the virtues he espousÂes.
The Lewis DooÂdle seen here illusÂtrates his 1948 essay “On LivÂing in an AtomÂic Age,” in which Lewis chides readÂers for the panÂic and paraÂnoia over the impendÂing threat of nuclear war in the wake of HiroshiÂma and NagasaÂki. Such an occurÂrence, he writes, would only result in the already inevitable—death—just as the plagues of the sixÂteenth cenÂtuÂry or Viking raids:
This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be takÂen is to pull ourÂselves togethÂer. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomÂic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing senÂsiÂble and human things — prayÂing, workÂing, teachÂing, readÂing, lisÂtenÂing to music, bathing the chilÂdren, playÂing tenÂnis, chatÂting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts — not hudÂdled togethÂer like frightÂened sheep and thinkÂing about bombs. They may break our bodÂies (a microbe can do that) but they need not domÂiÂnate our minds.
It seems a very mature, and noble, perÂspecÂtive, but if you think that Lewis glibly glossÂes over the subÂstanÂtiveÂly difÂferÂent effects of a nuclear age from any other—fallout, radiÂaÂtion poiÂsonÂing, the end of civÂiÂlizaÂtion itself—you are misÂtakÂen. His answer, howÂevÂer, you may find as I do deeply fatalÂisÂtic. Lewis quesÂtions the valÂue of civÂiÂlizaÂtion altoÂgethÂer as a hopeÂless endeavÂor bound to end in any case in “nothÂing.” “Nature is a sinkÂing ship,” he writes, and dooms us all to anniÂhiÂlaÂtion whether we hasÂten the end with techÂnolÂoÂgy or manÂage to avoid that fate. Here is Lewis the apolÂoÂgist, preÂsentÂing us with the starkÂest of options—either all of our endeavÂors are utterÂly meanÂingÂless and withÂout purÂpose or valÂue, since we canÂnot make them last forÂevÂer, or all meanÂing and valÂue reside in the theÂisÂtic vision of exisÂtence. I’ve not myself seen things Lewis’s way on this point, but the C.S. Lewis DooÂdler does, and urges his viewÂers who agree to “send to your enquirÂing atheÂisÂtic mates” his loveÂly litÂtle adapÂtaÂtions. Or you can simÂply enjoy these as many non-reliÂgious readÂers of Lewis enjoy his work—take what seems beauÂtiÂful, humane, true, and skillÂfulÂly, lucidÂly writÂten (or drawn), and leave the rest for your enquirÂing ChrisÂtÂian mates.
You can watch all sevÂen aniÂmaÂtions of C.S. Lewis’s writÂings here.
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Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness.



