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“to be symbolically castrated” (77, 12, 33). Moreover, he declares that the works
of these authors proliferate with “oedipal father-figures” and suicidal impulses
(13). Gray does give some attention to MacDonald’s engagement with Romantic
literature, German in particular—but again, this is not new territory; rather, it is
the one area of literary engagement into which few MacDonald critics have not
already ventured.
If there is a common literary thread in this collection, it is the work and influ-
ence of MacDonald. The chapter on Stevenson’s debt to MacDonald is certainly
worthy of Gray’s position as a professor of literary history, but would have fit
more readily had he presented Stevenson as a Scots fantasist (or referenced that
defense made by his colleague, Colin Manlove). While he proffers some thought-
provoking comparisons between Pullman and MacDonald, and reiterates
Knoepflmacher on Lewis’ unintentional undermining of MacDonald, there persists
an underlying weakness in Gray’s later and more literary essays incurred by his
misunderstanding of MacDonald’s theology—and thus, of MacDonald’s concept
of death. His claim that MacDonald has “Gnostic sympathies” (akin to those of
Pullman) indicates a lack of familiarity with the wider corpus (86). It is surprising
that Gray has not considered Dearborn’s treatise on MacDonald’s theology, espe-
cially its section on death. Referencing Lewis’ comment on how reading Mac-
Donald “baptized” his imagination, Gray argues: “for what else is baptism but the
symbolic use of death for a Christian end?” (2) Distracted by psychoanalysis, he
does not recognize that, for Lewis and MacDonald, the “death” of baptism is very
much a herald of life: all death is a passage into “more life.” MacDonald reiterates
this throughout the fantasies Gray studies, but also in The Golden Key (1867)—a
story Gray acknowledges only in passing, despite its journey of death: “‘You have
tasted of death now,’ said the Old Man. ‘Is it good?’ ‘It is good,’ said Mossy. ‘It is
better than life.’ ‘No,’ said the Old Man, ‘it is only more life.’”1 Had Gray been
more familiar with MacDonald’s driving conviction that “it is for the sake of the
resurrection that death exists,”2 he might have also been forced to qualify his
claim that “Lewis’ imaginative writing is all about death” (53). For while illus-
trating from a few Narnia scenes repeatedly, Gray overlooks many others relevant
to his study—not the least that of Caspian’s “death into more life.” That scene is
redolent with MacDonald; it also begs Pullman’s Lyra back to the table.
Gray does allude to the many literary parallels between Pullman and Lewis
but does not elaborate further, though this would have enriched his interesting in-
vestigation of Pullman’s “theological” response to Lewis. An ardent admirer of
1 George MacDonald, The Golden Key (New York, 1967), 71.
2 George MacDonald, The Seaboard Parish (Whitethorn, California, 1995), 252.