I’ve been rereading the Narnia series (in publication order) with a group of friends, and when we read The Voyage of the Dawn Treader last week, I was struck by how the transformation of the boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb (who almost deserved it!) is summarized in the final words of the book.
Back in our own world everyone soon started saying how Eustace had improved, and how “You’d never know him for the same boy”: everyone except Aunt Alberta, who said he had become very commonplace and tiresome and it must have been the influence of those Pevensie children.
Aunt Alberta doesn’t complain about any specific strait of the post-dragon Eustace, she doesn’t complain about consequentialist results of his newfound decency, and she doesn’t seem to object to a new belief of Eustace’s that prompted his change. She seems simply to be frustrated that he has become boring, and rather like other people.
That reaction casts Aunt Alberta and her husband’s own oddities in a different light. Perhaps their vegetarianism, their habit of having their son call them by their first names, and all the other choices that Lewis ridicules are less a matter of their own philosophy than their desire to differentiate themselves from others.
Sincerity and authenticity tend to generate a penchant for novelty. If I worship in order to show God how much I love him, I might start to feel hypocritical if I just keep doing the same thing over and over and over again. My expression will start to feel less “authentic.” And so we need to find new ways to worship, new ways to show our devotion, fresh new forms to express our praise. Novelty is how we try to maintain the fresh sincerity of worship that is fundamentally understood as expression.
When our inner Aunt Alberta makes us worry we’re being boring or commonplace, and we don’t have any other compelling critique to lay against our choices, I find it helpful to remember that there are two ways to be strikingly original: I can be a genius, or a crackpot.
Or, in less secular terms: a prophet or a heretic.
It makes it a little easier to take the pressure off myself to do something flashy, rather than something commonplace but good.