The DLF and Other Bookish Thoughts (Mostly Related to C.S. Lewis)
The DLF: one of the best characters C.S. Lewis ever created, in my opinion. Well, all of them are good . . . but the DLF is one of the funniest. I can’t really pick favorites after Tumnus. 😉
I hope you know what I’m talking about . . . If you don’t, go read The Chronicles of Narnia and then you will!
Assuming you do know what I’m talking about, though, let’s move ahead.
First, the grand reveal mentioned in my last post, A New Challenge . . . With My Sister! In that post, I promised to reveal the character I drew if no one guessed who he was. So far, I don’t think anyone has.
So I must reveal the truth . . . although with all the talk at the beginning of this post, I think you may have guessed already!
The character is . . .
The DLF, or Dear Little Friend, otherwise known as Trumpkin the Dwarf from the land of Narnia. He appears in Prince Caspian first, then there is a slight mention of him in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and a last hurrah in The Silver Chair.
Personally, I think his part in The Silver Chair is the best, since by that point in his life, he is quite old and mostly deaf. And thus, quite funny.
For the fun of it, here is a direct quote of one of his conversations in the abovementioned book!
“Tu-whoo! Ahem! Lord Regent,” said the Owl, stooping down a little and holding its beak near the Dwarf’s ear.
“Heh? What’s that?” said the Dwarf.
“Two strangers, my lord,” said the Owl.
“Rangers! What d’ye mean?” said the Dwarf. “I see two uncommonly grubby man-cubs. What do they want?”
“My name’s Jill,” said Jill, pressing forward. She was very eager to explain the important business on which they had come.
“The girl’s called Jill,” said the Owl, as loud as it could.
“What’s that?” said the Dwarf. “The girls are all killed! I don’t believe a word of it. What girls? Who killed ‘em?”
“Only one girl, my lord,” said the Owl. “Her name is Jill.”
“Speak up, speak up,” said the Dwarf. “Don’t stand there buzzing and twittering in my ear. Who’s been killed?”
“Nobody’s been killed,” hooted the Owl.
“Who?”
“NOBODY.”
“All right, all right. You needn’t shout. I’m not so deaf as all that. What do you mean by coming here to tell me that nobody’s been killed? Why should anyone have been killed?”
“Better tell him I’m Eustace,” said Scrubb.
“The boy’s Eustace, my lord,” hooted the Owl as loud as it could.
“Useless?” said the Dwarf irritably. “I dare say he is. Is that any reason for bringing him to court? Hey?”
And it goes on. Anyway . . . this is an excerpt from one of my favorite parts of the book, and I thought you might enjoy reading it as well.
This being one of my fondest memories of Trumpkin, I was quite pleased to find that I had drawn him for the challenge! Although I must say, he isn’t very fat and his beard isn’t quite as long as it should have been in my drawing. Other than that, I think he looked pretty good!
Now on to the other bookish thoughts as mentioned in the title of this post.
I was in a Write Like C.S. Lewis competition once. It was a lot of fun, and I’m here today to share some of what happened during it!
Most importantly, I learned a TON about Lewis’s writing and style, for to be able to write like someone, you must first know how they write, right?
Right.
So I learned how C.S. Lewis wrote.
I read The Magician’s Nephew and some of Mere Christianity to study his style and came to really appreciate how simple his writing is!
For example, Lewis barely ever uses any dialogue tags other than said. Even when it’s a question, the character said it. Read the part I quoted above, and you’ll probably notice it too!
I think part of the reason he did this was to clear away the clutter of too many descriptions. Using shouted and asked and questioned all the time can make it a little confusing for the reader. I don’t think it’s wrong to use those descriptions once in a while, but said is so much easier!
One of the assignments in the competition was to write a scene in Lewis’s style. I used said a whole lot in that assignment! 😂
One other thing that you may have also noticed about Lewis’s style (especially in the Narnia series), is that he uses a lot of parentheses. It’s almost like he, the author, was jumping quickly into the story to explain something to the reader. I enjoyed this while reading his books and also when copying his style for my assignment.
But enough talk. I would love to let you read this assignment for yourselves! It is a fan fiction, as you’ll soon see. I hope you enjoy it!
If you were to go into the English countryside many years ago and walk down a certain gravel road lined with beech trees, and if you were also to take a left turn when said road came to an end, you would have found yourself on the property of the Settle family. They owned a large house (that could be called a mansion by some people) with acres of land surrounding it, and they kept many servants. They had two children, named Alisha and Dunlap.
One fine morning, the two children were busy out in the yard in back of their house, and since they could find nothing better to do, they decided to play at mining. It was quick work to find two small shovels in the gardener’s hut, and they soon set to digging in the grass (they were not very well-disciplined children in the general sense of the term).
“I say,” Alisha said presently, “I do not think this ground is very nice to dig in. It is very hard.” And she set aside her shovel impatiently.
“Perseverance,” said Dunlap, “is one of the greater virtues you could cultivate, Alisha. I do not find it so hard after all. Perhaps you have struck a rock.”
“Perhaps we could switch holes. I’m sure you wouldn’t find it so hard—since you are a boy,” said Alisha.
Dunlap shrugged, and soon the two were at it again, having switched positions. Dunlap quickly realized, however, that his sister had not been completely mistaken in saying the ground was hard at that spot. He deduced that something was under the surface—probably a rock, as he had first surmised. Digging around it, his shovel constantly scraped against the hard surface just hidden from view.
“Alisha,” he said eventually, “come help me uncover this—I am absolutely certain something is hidden here. Yes, right there; do you feel it? I think it may be a wooden box.” Alisha became very excited about this, and they worked quickly to uncover the thing, which they were now certain was a box of some kind.
“Oh-o-oh,” Alisha said once the box (for it was a box) was uncovered. It was a beautiful red color and about six inches long and half again as wide. Dunlap lifted it out of the ground, and the two set about opening it.
As the lid was lifted, a slight glow met their eyes, and the two children stared in awe as they looked down upon many rows of beautiful rings. They were set in groups: a green and a yellow, then a little space, then another green and another yellow. They shone gently in the sunlight.
“Golly,” Dunlap said, “I wonder what these are. Should we touch them?”
For answer, Alisha reached forward and grabbed one of the green rings. She admired it for a long moment, running her finger around the edge of it before sticking it in her pocket and reaching for a yellow one.
And then, suddenly, just as she touched the coveted object, Alisha vanished. Dunlap gave a yell of surprise, looking around for his sister. But she was completely gone. Dunlap looked at the rings in astonishment, his surprise growing when he saw that the yellow ring Alisha had been about to pick up was also gone.
He reached into the box to grab one of the yellow ones as well. The yard, the house, and the box of rings disappeared immediately. For a moment, he could see nothing, then he was aware of a gentle green light coming down from above him. He couldn’t feel anything around him—he felt almost as if he were flying. “Indeed,” he said, “I almost feel as if I were floating in the air.”
For a moment he stayed there, then (slowly at first, then faster) he began to go up. As he did, he felt the growing sensation that he was underwater. And just as he was growing desperate for a breath of air, he broke out into the air and found himself crawling out of a shallow pool.
He stood up and realized, much to his surprise, that he wasn’t wet at all and he could breathe quite easily. He looked around wonderingly. He was in a forest of some sort, for there were very tall trees all around. He also noticed many pools scattered throughout and around the trees—all exactly perfect circles.
It was very still. And then he saw a girl sitting on the grass not very far away, seemingly asleep. For a moment he was very confused, but then he recognized her—it was Alisha.
What did you think? I genuinely hope you enjoyed my little story! I’d love to hear what other little things about Lewis’s style you may have noticed that I copied (or forgot!). Who is your favorite Narnia character?
God bless and have a lovely day!
~Janet (a die-hard fan of C.S. Lewis!)