The Problem of Neil Gaiman
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:date: 2017-03-13T17:33:58
:category: literature
:tags: blogComment, feminism, christianity

So, it happened. I read “The problem of Susan” by Neil Gaiman and
I am completely disgusted by it. Not because Aslan did the White
Witch proper, or because he ate all those lovely little children.
Serves them well, and it is certainly the author’s prerogative to
decide that somebody else’s God is actually a nasty daemon.

What I do object though is that Neil does not seem to understand
what C. S. Lewis was trying to say about Susan at all which is
shame given he claims *The Chronicles of Narnia* were the major
influence on him and his writing. I think I can understand what
stood behind this part of Susan in Lewis’s mind. I know the
experience from the Christian context, but I guess it can happen
in any personally close community, where deep issues of life are
dealt with (e.g., Alcoholics Anonymous?), or perhaps you are just
very good friends. There’s that person you knew for years, you
were very close, crying together, praying (or whatever is
appropriate) together, and you believed you understand each
other. And suddenly this person leaves your community for the
flimsiest possible reasons. He just decides to leave the Church,
turns back to booze, starts to cheat on his wife. You rack your
brain and feel horribly guilty that it was some of your
misbehaviour towards him which send him on the wrong path. But
there doesn’t seem to be any reason. So, you start to suspect
some other members of your community they did something. You ask
questions, offend some, hurt others, but in the end you still
don’t know about any reason that lead to the nonsense they told
you before (if they are still talking to you). In the end it is
a mystery or perhaps they just won’t tell you. Some people just
leave.

There is certainly pain in that, but if you paint a picture of
some semi-religious experience (like Narnia), I do believe that
in order to be realistic, there should be somebody like Susan,
who just leaves. And it has absolutely nothing to do with her
being a girl, or sex and nylons. And yes, teenagers do stupid
things which in the end hurt them, sometimes a lot. I can tell,
because I left in my fifteen my Scouting community, which was the
only real life-giving community I knew for a long time before and
after that, and I still don’t know exactly why I did it. And yes,
it hurt me for many years, practically until I joined a community
of Christians.

I am not sure why Mr Gaiman and Mrs Rowling couldn’t see it, and
I am probably in no position to speculate about that.