One never knows where a teacher might turn up. I found one
in the pages of C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce. A Ghost, a well-known
painter in his earthly life, comes via bus from Hell to Heaven. There a Solid Person meets him and does all he can to persuade his guest to
stay. What follows is their conversation, condensed and altered for us writers.
We’re not Ghosts but there might be something in it for us.
Ghost:
Why
didn’t I think to bring my things so I could tell all this?
Solid Person:
I shouldn’t
bother yet. There is nothing in the world to tell us. For now, we see better
than you do. When you’ve grown into a Person—it’s alright; we all had to do it—then
there’ll be some things you see better than anyone else. You’ll want to tell us
about them. But not yet.
Come and
see.
Ghost:
But
I’ve had my look. How soon do you think I could begin telling my story?
Solid
person:
If you’re
interested in the story only for the sake of telling it, you’ll never learn to
know its meaning.
Come and
feed.
Here the Solid
Person takes the lead.
Solid
person:
Your first
love was Beauty itself. You loved to write only as a means of telling about beauty.
What happened?
Ghost:
One
grows out of that. One becomes more interested in writing for its own sake.
Solid Person:
Pens, plots
and words are necessary but they are also dangerous stimulants. But for Grace,
every writer is drawn away by them and taken down. Beware the slippery slope when
love of Beauty shifts to love of telling. It will sink lower, to a love of
one’s personality and then to a love of one’s reputation. Finally, in Deep
Hell, writers cannot be interested in God Himself but only in what they say
about Him.
Come and
drink from the fountain.
When you
have drunk its clear, cold water you will be cured of any inflammation. You
forget forever all proprietorship in your own works. You enjoy them just as if
they were someone else’s: without pride and without modesty.
The lesson leads to an invitation to something—indeed,
Someone—far greater than the painter, or a writer, might seek: “He [who] is
endless.”
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