I received an advance digital copy of this novel from the publisher, ABRAMS Kids, via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
“We write myths…because our hearts were written by a Mythmaker.”
The Mythmakers is an absolutely adorable concept that I thought suffered a bit in execution at first. Emphasis on “at first,” because this little graphic novel really grew on me. Not only was it packed with interesting information about Lewis and Tolkien, about their history shared and separate, and about the genres they helped found out of their great love for myth, this was an emotionally impactful story. I didn’t expect to find myself choked up by how Hendrix drew his tale to a close, but I was. I ended up loving this book so much that I had to preorder myself a physical copy for when it releases in September.
As the title states, this is the story of C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, and the remarkable fellowship between the two. Theirs was a brilliant friendship that actually changed the world. Without their friendship, Lewis never would have come to Christ, and thus never would have penned any of his works. There would be no Mere Christianity, no Screwtape Letters, no Narnia. And without Lewis’s encouragement, Tolkien’s work would have never been shared with anyone outside the four walls of his home. Can you imagine a world without The Lord of the Rings? That work is singlehandedly responsible the fan culture as we know it today, and was unequivocally foundational to the fantasy genre that now so populates the literary landscape.
I’ve always adored C.S. Lewis, and consider both his fiction and nonfiction essential to the shaping of my faith. While I wasn’t always as big a fan of Tolkien, he’s always had my respect and gratitude for helping to pave the way for so many of my favorite stories. And in recent years, I’ve fallen in love with Middle-earth. The friendship between the two men, and the entire concept of the Inklings they founded, has fascinated me for as long as I’ve known of it. So, when I saw a graphic novel about that friendship, I was immediately interested. I’m so glad that I was approved for an early copy, because I loved it so much.
There were a handful of typos but, as this was an advance galley, those will likely be corrected before publication. These were mostly punctuation errors: parentheses (frequently) facing the wrong direction, quotation marks where there was no quotation, and a lack of spacing between words. There were also a few split lines of text that didn’t properly align, the end of a sentence preceding its beginning, for example. These were distracting as I read but, again, I have hopes that all of those things will be addressed before publication day rolls around.
The art style, idea, and story being told were geared toward a younger audience, but there was a good deal of pretty advanced vocabulary that I think might be off-putting to those same younger readers. I’m not saying that kids aren’t capable of looking up a word they don’t know, because they absolutely are, but these words were very prevalent, very early on in the book. I’m just not positive that the tone matched the erudite writing. I very much enjoyed both, but I’m not sure how well they’ll work for younger readers. I can see a twelve year old reading this, no problem. But an eight year old? I think they might get frustrated and put it down.
Those two qualms were the only things that kept this book from being absolutely perfect, in my opinion. I loved everything about this. I love that our guides were Wizard and Mr. Lion, and I love how well Hendrix modeled them after Tolkien and Lewis, respectively. I loved the deep dives into topics like what makes a myth, the evolution of the the novel, the foundations of genre fiction, and the theology of creation. These were beautifully balanced against the historical story of Lewis and Tolkien we were also getting. I just adored this, and can see myself revisiting it often. If you have any interest in Lewis or Tolkien or the Inklings or all of the above, I highly recommend this.
“Great myths allow us to slip through the clouds of everyday life and glimpse something divine.”