The Eighth Day Institute in Wichita, Kansas, has a mission “to renew culture through faith and learning.” (Yes, they’re an off-spring of the venerable institution Eighth Day Books in the same town.) They are holding an ‘Inklings Festival’ this year, 17-19 July, with the theme ‘Ethics in Elfland: Virtue and Vice in Narnia and Middle-Earth.’ To create some buzz about the event in the blogosphere, the Institute leader, Erin Doom, asked 30 friends to contribute a brief essay on the theme, ‘What the Inklings Mean to Me’ and he is posting these reflections at the Eighth Day website in a 30 day countdown to the festival. Check it out.

Having spoken at an Eighth Day Symposium ‘On Imagination and the Soul’ in 2011 concerning both Harry Potter and Twilight, I was happy to comply with Erin’s request. I’m ‘Day 22’ in his countdown for what it’s worth — and you can read my essay below if you like. Your comments and corrections are coveted as always.

‘What the Inklings Mean to Me’

May I confess that this assignment has the feel of an in-class writing task about “What I Did Over Summer Vacation”? Forgive me, please, in advance, if the resulting essay, however brief, is no more engaging than those annual exercises were.

I answer this question as ‘The Hogwarts Professor’ and the ‘Dean of Harry Potter Scholars.’ Though I am older than the average member of Rowling’s Raiders, the global fandom empires, I am guessing that I am not unusual in coming to an appreciation of the Inklings, specifically, C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Charles Williams, through my search for answers to the question, “Why do we love Harry’s seven adventures the way we do?” That search for me began with Ms. Rowling’s primary source material, the part of her reading material she calls her “compost heap” from which everything she imagines grows.

While Austen is her favorite writer and Emma the book she read 20 times in a row before writing Philosopher’s Stone, though Nabokov and E. Nesbit and Collette inform her thinking, Ms. Rowling’s obvious points of reference for writing a seven book series with Medieval flourishes, High Fantasy symbolism, and heroic battles against Evil in the World were the Narniad and The Lord of the Rings. Her public relationship with ‘Jack’ and ‘Tollers’ has waxed hot and cold – first flattered by the linkage in readers’ minds then alarmed and defensive (see this review of the history for more on that) – but the debts remain obvious and profound.

My take-aways from the Inkling study I have done as a Potter Pundit have been these three points:

(1)    Charles Williams, as Lewis put it in Coleridgean language, the “esemplastic” figure of the mythopoeic crowd who met in Jack’s rooms and at the Bird and Baby. Though not as accessible or as popular as his friends became, his genius for renovating Medieval story telling elements – literary alchemy, ring composition, and dynamic allegory – to critique Modern mindsets and errors (and provide solutions in the imaginative cathartic experience the reader has) are the stuff, structure and substance of his friends’ Chronicles and Middle Earth triumphs. It is no accident that their reading Williams’ Place of the Lion re-set both Lewis and Tolkien’s ideas of what was possible in story-telling in our times.

(2)    We love Lewis’ Narniad and Tolkiien’s Rings for the same reason we love Harry Potter, what I call the ‘Eliade Thesis.’ Mircea Eliade wrote in The Sacred and the Profane that in a secular culture entertainments, fiction especially, serve a mythic or religious function. The Granger Corollary to this thesis is that those stories that serve up the most mythic or transcendent content with sufficient subtlety that the reader is able to suspend disbelief in poetic faith (Coleridge again) will serve this “religious function” or spiritual oxygen best in our God-denying Age. The Christian content of Rowling’s septology is as deep as her literary mentors’ work  if she is never the apologist or evangelist in hiding that Lewis, Williams, and Tolkien are.

(3)    Coleridge, Coleridge, Coleridge… The Bard of Ottery St Mary is the genius beneath the Inklings and what Rowling lifts from their imaginative toolboxes. His “inside bigger than the outside” conceit and its delivery of the radical contra Empiricist and materialist logos epistemology is the heart of everything Lewis wrote, what Coleridge scholar Barfield taught him about “the world being mental,”  and a much bigger part of Tolkien’s magic than is usually acknowledged (his Newman-inspired priory education being his Coleridge fount).

What do the Inklings mean to me? They’ve helped me understand the artistry and meaning of Harry Potter, from the alchemy and soul triptych to the chiastic structures and resurrection symbolism. And in that, they pointed to a better understanding of the mechanics and the point of writing within the Eliade Thesis, stories written for the cardiac rather than the cranial intelligence, the logos within rather than the discursive occluding logismoi.

Which has helped clarify Patristic anthropology, psychology, epistemology, and soteriology for me.  I am a better person, a more real person, for reflecting on and entering into the works of Lewis, Tolkien, and Williams.

Can a reader ask for more?

2014 was a year that I will remember in large part because of the sudden death of two men, Christopher Mitchell, longtime director of Wheaton College’s Wade Center who had moved to Biola’s Torrey Honors Institute, and Stratford Caldecott, a Research Fellow at St. Benet’s Hall, Oxford, the editor of the Humanum Review, and co-editor of Second Spring. Prof Mitchell, age 62, died suddenly 10 July of a heart attack on a fishing trip; Dr Caldecott struggled with cancer for several years before his death 17 July at 60 years.

I was not close to either man. Both changed my life significantly, however, by their work and their kindness, Stratford through his correspondence, Chris Mitchell in his example, encouragement, and in his suggestions in person and email for my studies.

I ‘met’ Stratford Caldecott soon after Hidden Key to Harry Potter was published in 2003. The Potter Panic was at its height and he and his wife, Leonie, were the Catholic voice of sobriety and sanity in the UK. Stratford read my book, which, mirabile dictu, was available in London, and he dropped me a ‘thank you,’ which, given his standing in the traditional Christian world and among Tolkien scholars, was no small thing to me. I have always suspected that it was through him that Fr Fleetwood in the Vatican received a copy of Hidden Key that year.

Three typical exchanges with Dr Caldecott:

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