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I’ve been doing some thinking, pondering, and observing lately…
about fantasy books, writing style, and Tolkien. Anybody that is into the
fantasy genre knows well the name J.R.R. Tolkien, he is, more or less, the
father of the fantasy genre, the man who paved the way for the thousands upon
thousands of stories that followed his road (to any serious scholars reading
this, I know he didn’t invent fantasy
so please don’t skewer me; I’m just making a point). But I’ve noticed something
interesting as of late, and that is: How many people would have accepted the
Lord of the Rings today?
‘Really?’ you say. ‘Are you even asking this?’ you scold. And
I say, yes!
Many people go on about how Tolkien was a master craftsman in
the writing world, how he wove the tale and made it soar with his words, and
yet those same people will fall to complaining when they come across a book in
which description is a key factor. Too
wordy! they cry. Where is the action?
they demand. They seem to forget that the main thing Tolkien set out to do (and
did) was not to tell a story for the sole purpose of making it chock-a-block
full of action, death, and romance, (even though it did have these things) but
to tell the story he invented the way he invented it. He was concerned with presenting
the tale in its true form in the style and way that he enjoyed.
Classics we call the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings now,
and yet I’ve heard the same people that do so swear that the very same elements
that make up the tales of Middle-earth bog down a novel. How is this? I think
that, in today’s time of instant everything, many of us have forgotten that
books are not movies. It may seem inconceivable to some of us when a book doesn’t
just thrust us into action sequence upon action sequence, broken up only by the
main character’s petty self-doubts or failing romance. Must a book be
chock-a-block full of description or such in order to be a full book? Of course
not! And never did I say so. But it is worth it to me to remember that there
are books and then there are movies. Movies give us a visual experience,
leaping from one thing to another while attempting to provoke our emotions with
the sights they provide. With books, we have to provide the visuals for ourselves,
and that is where legible and thought-evoking description becomes indispensable.
Tolkien was a master at this, as well as a master
tale-weaver. But it is important to remember that his works (classics we call
them today I believe) remained true to themselves, action-less, romance-less,
and boring though I’ve heard them called.
Well, that’s all for now. I’m off to read the Two Towers.
As some of you (or none of you) probably know, parts of Oklahoma were visited recently by a nice snowfall. Nothing like what they get in merry old New England, but still several inches of cold, fluffy cold. I like snow, unless it makes me cold. I like snow, unless it melts. I like snow so long as warm walls separate it from me. Hey, it's really nice but who can stand that chilled, itchy feeling your toes get?
Be that as it may, an adventurous fellow like myself sees the glass-half-full option in everything (almost). This snowfall presented me with a fine opportunity to get outside and try and garner some writing inspiration. Things like heavy snowfall usually help with my creativity. Some people take long walks or watch the rain. Everybody has their own thing. I like really getting into what I do.
Okay, so I really, really got into it. What can I say? Eccentrically unconventional. You'd be surprised how different things help combat writer's block.