I always kind of laugh when people get into the “Susan’s treatment is proof that C.S. Lewis was a misogynist” thing, because:

Polly and Digory. Peter and Susan. Edmund and Lucy. Eustace and Jill. 

Out of the eight “Friends of Narnia” who enter from our world, the male-to-female character ratio is exactly 1/1. Not one of these female characters serves as a love interest at any time. 

The Horse and His Boy, the only book set entirely in Narnia, maintains this ratio with Shasta and Aravis, who, we are told in a postscript, eventually marry. Yet even here, the story itself is concerned only with the friendship between them. Lewis focuses on Aravis’ value as a brave friend and a worthy ally rather than as a potential girlfriend–and ultimately, we realize that it’s these qualities that make her a good companion for Shasta. They are worthy of each other, equals. 

In the 1950s, there was no particularly loud cry for female representation in children’s literature. As far as pure plot goes, there’s no pressing need for all these girls. A little boy could have opened the wardrobe (and in the fragmentary initial draft, did). Given that we already know Eustace well by The Silver Chair, it would not seem strictly necessary for a patently ordinary schoolgirl to follow him on his return trip to Narnia, yet follow she does–and her role in the story is pivotal. Why does the humble cab-driver whom Aslan crowns the first King of Narnia immediately ask for his equally humble wife, who is promptly spirited over, her hands full of washing, and crowned queen by his side? Well, because nothing could be more natural than to have her there. 

None of these women are here to fill a quota. They’re here because Lewis wanted them there. 

Show me the contemporary fantasy series with this level of equality. It doesn’t exist.


“C.S.Lewis had planned to write a book called Susan of Narnia, to reveal what became of Susan after 1949. Unfortunately, Lewis died before he could start writing.”

Is this for real? My heart just broke. WHYYYYYYYY?

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Why is the Narnia fandom always forgotten it makes me so sad like we’re here we’re not dead

Caspian’s voyage is an unbearably long one for Susan. She’d have preferred to go along if she knew the wait would eat her to the core. Sixteen months. Sixteen! Had the Pevensies gone on such a mission, they’d have called it quits after two. But Caspian is not a Pevensie and she’s certainly grateful of that. But ugh! The waiting – it’s utterly maddening.

The doors open, startling the Gentle Queen. Her surprise melts into glee when her eyes fall on a familiar stranger. “Caspian!” she cries, but keeps herself from bulldozing him at the door. A queen is a queen, she mentally schools. “You’ve been gone so long you’ve forgotten your courtesies. Why didn’t you send word ahead?”

“Forgive me, Your Grace,” Caspian eyes are teasing. “I had thought to surprise you – pleasantly, I hope.” The guards quietly retreated from the room, closing the doors. 

“Don’t be silly, of course. Were you successful? Did you find the lords?” Susan finally comes as close as she wishes, pulling on Caspian’s jacket. He tuts at her eagerness.

“Yes, and the stories are too wondrous to keep to myself and my crew. At dinner, we will tell all.” Caspian reassures, “But for now. I’d like to remember all the wondrous things that I had forgotten about here.” He leans down and presses a kiss between her brows, at the tip of her nose. And she giggles into his beard.

“You seem a different man,” Susan sighs. “But your heart beats the same as before.” Caspian subconsciously rubs at his scruff, and Susan playfully swats his hand away. “Leave it. I like it. And the hair suits you.”

Caspian smiles, pleased.

“You’ve found the lords. Re-established your father’s seat. You’re a proper King of Narnia now.”

He hums at that, “If only I had a Queen. A proper Queen.”

“Do I sense another quest?”

Caspian shakes his head. “No need. What luck! Aslan has already blessed me with one.”