I found this bit in Lewis's LETTERS TO CHILDREN today and thought it worth sharing. This is a great book that I enjoy picking up and just randomly choosing a few letters to read. It's also worth noting that when Lewis uses the term "romance," he's not talking about a "romance novel" in the modern sense, with a D-cup damsel and shirtless Thor-type figure on the cover. He is talking about an adventure story, and in this case he's referring to THE LORD OF THE RINGS. And as always with Lewis, I find a ridiculous amount of wisdom in his viewpoint, and also a type of comfort that it always brings - to me at least. YMMV.
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11 Sept 1958
Dear Lucy:
You've got it exactly right. A strict allegory is like a puzzle with a solution: a great romance is like a flower whose smell you can't quite place. I think the something is "the whole quality of life as we actually experience it." You can have a realistic story in which all the things and people are exactly like those we meet in real life, but the quality, the feel or texture or smell, of it is not. In a great romance it is just the opposite. I've never met Orcs or Ents or Elves -- but the feel of it, the sense of a huge past, of lowering danger, of heroic tasks achieved by the most apparently unheroic people, of distance, of strangeness, homeliness (all blended together) is so exactly what living feels like to me. Particularly the heart-breaking quality in the most beautiful places, like Lothlorien. And it is so like the history of the world: "Then, as now, there was a growing darkness and great deeds were done that were not wholly in vain." Neither optimism (this is the last war and after it all will be lovely forever) nor pessimism (this is the last war and all civilization will end), you notice. No. The darkness comes again and again and is never wholly triumphant nor wholly defeated.
Your sincerely,
C.S. Lewis