Till We Have Faces

Fascinated by the myth of Cupid and Psyche throughout his life, C. S. Lewis reimagines their story from the perspective of Psyche’s sister, Orual. ‘I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer . . . Why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?’ Till We Have Faces is a brilliant examination of envy, betrayal, loss, blame, grief, guilt, and conversion. In this, his final – and most mature and masterful – novel, Lewis reminds us of our own fallibility and the role of a higher power in our lives.

‘The most significant and triumphant work he has yet produced’—The New York Herald Tribune Book Review ‘He has quite a unique power for making theology an attractive, exciting and fascinating quest.’— Times Literary Supplement “I read Lewis for comfort and pleasure many years ago, and a glance into the books revives my old admiration.”—John Updike “C. S. Lewis is the ideal persuader for the half-convinced, for the good man who would like to be a Christian but finds his intellect getting in the way.”—New York Times “Lewis, perhaps more than any other twentieth-century writer, forced those who listened to him and read his works to come to terms with their own philosophical presuppositions.”—Los Angeles Times

Clive Staples Lewis (1898-1963) was one of the intellectual giants of the twentieth century and arguably one of the most influential writers of his day. He was a fellow and tutor in English Literature at Oxford University until 1954 when he was unanimously elected to the Chair of Medieval and Renaissance English at Cambridge University, a position he held until his retirement.