When I first read Psyche in a Dress in 2006 during my breaks at Borders one day, I didn't quite get it. I knew it was beautiful and enchanting like everything Francesca writes, yet its meaning was lost on my inexperience.
It is near the end of the story when Joy returns to Psyche that I figured out what the journey of Francesca's Psyche is about.
I have been young too
I have been Psyche, I have been Echo
I have been Eurydice
I have been Persephone, like you
I thought I was not a goddess
My mother was a goddess
Now I am Demeter, like my mother
Because of you
My Demeter tried to save me from Hades
That man you have is Eros too
I let my Eros, your father, leave
because I didn't think I was enough
But you must remember you are everything
We all are
Psyche means soul
What more is there than that?
~from Psyche in a Dress, Frances Lia Block
When I was 20, I had been Psyche, I had been Echo. I had not yet been through hell, I was not Persephone, I was not Eurydice. Now I'm 25, and during the time from the first reading to the next, I was in turn Psyche (again), Eurydice, and Persephone. Like fairy tale heroines who are at the same time Snow White and her wicked mother, the men in Psyche in a Dress at times seem to be the same person, but at other occasions are distinctly different characters. I don't believe in such a thing as THE ONE, so I think Psyche and Eros are fluid states; you can have several true loves* in your life, but one person won't always be the right person.
I think there is a possibility that Francesca believes in soul mates, and I draw my strongest evidence from Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books. Every main character pairs off with someone from a young age. This is especially true for Weetzie's daughter Cherokee who meets her future lover Raphael when they are children. The couples fight and separate, but like Francesca's Psyche and Eros, they're meant for one another so nothing will keep them apart forever.
I've realized that sometimes it isn't that a book isn't for you, but instead a book isn't for you at the moment. This is something I think is true as a reader and a writer. Something in my mind nags at me all the time, saying, "Please stop writing your vampire novel. Start your faerie tale retelling novel." But I reply, "No, I have to write my vampire novel, then the one that might be magical realism, then a collection short stories (maybe an urban fantasy or two in there somewhere, and maybe even the first book in the crossover fantasy series). After that I have to live with monks in France for a couple weeks. THEN I'll write my faerie tale retelling novel."
The myth of Psyche is really about the faith needed to truly love the gods. No one nails that concept as well as C.S. Lewis does in Till We Have Faces. I can't imagine anyone topping it. Francesca translates it into a tale about equality in relationships. I'm irked by people who look at myths and folklore on a surface level only, and I was worried during both readings that Francesca's story would turn out that way, but she explores the pain and confusion of healthy and destructive types of love, and the effects it has on the soul. (Soul can be read in a spiritual or secular way.) Psyche punishes herself for betraying Eros' request to never look upon him, but ultimately she declares herself a goddess. I'll say that again: ultimately she declares herself a goddess. She doesn't need the gods to bestow it on her like the Psyche of myth. Francesca's Psyche is worthy of being a goddess because she exists. She carries on despite neglect and being wrongfully shamed.
Psyche doesn't ask or need to be worshiped. Women-as-goddesses in Psyche in a Dress survive trials by fire, and are protectors of the young as a result. They are goddesses--patron saints, even--looking out for those whom haven't yet had their trials. But you must remember you are everything I think Francesca is telling us that even though Love is out there, we are still whole without Love. Eros is not our other half, the piece of ourselves we are waiting for in order to be complete.
*By "true love" I mean a love that is healthy, honest, and nondestructive. I've had pleasant relationships that have ended, and I'll always love my former partners.