When first published, The Lord of the Rings stood far from the mainstream: no one had seen anything like it for decades. Tolkien's almost stridently antimodern tale needed valiant defenders, vocal admirers who understood its sources and relished its monumental scale. While such champions of modernism as Edmund Wilson mocked Tolkien's archaic structure and language, W. H. Auden -- a great modernist poet in his own right -- rose to his defense with a spirited essay on the true nature of the Hero Quest. Edmund Fuller's essay collected here discusses the nature of the fairy tale, returning to the roots of the term to remove the treacle of Disney and restore the value of realistic enchantment. Tolkien's friend C. S. Lewis takes up the question of why, if you have a serious comment to make about real life, you would drape it in a never-never land of your own. He shrewdly argues that it is because real life does have mythic and heroic qualities -- in abundance.
This collection also includes, among others, essays by Marion Zimmer Bradley, Verlyn Flieger, Paul Kocher, Jane Chance, and each of the editors, as well as a brand-new essay by Tom Shippey that shows us how to process all this vast learning, adding to it the many delights of the film versions of Tolkien's epic masterpiece, so we can relish his achievement all the more.
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Neil D. Isaacs, Professor Emeritus of English language and literature at the University of Maryland, lives in Colesville, Maryland.
Rose A. Zimbardo, Distringuished Teaching Professor Emeritus of English at Stony Brook University, has been a noted Restoration scholar for more than forty years. She lives in San Francisco.
Neil D. Isaacs On the Pleasures of (Reading and Writing)Tolkien Criticism
It is almost forty-three years since Rose Zimbardo pointed me toward Middle-earth. I was a relatively late arrival, the phenomenal success of The Lord of the Rings having already been well established —to the dismay of some establishment defenders of the traditional canon.
Throughout the sixties, three aspects of that phenomenon seemed to dominate perceptions of the value of the book. One was the persistent resistance by the arbiters of literary taste to afford critical recognition to a work that had proven its abundant appeal to a wide popular and, worse, youthful audience. Another was the fact that the book’s commercial success was not the product of hype: the early popularity of The Lord of the Rings was produced by a word-ofmouth groundswell that preceded the reactive attention of the mass media. It was a matter of reporting the phenomenon rather than precipitating it, though the reportage added fuel to the ﬁre.
The third was that some of the features and attractions of the book and its created world inevitably elicited an infectious outbreak of “faddism and fannism, cultism and clubbism,” as I called it in “On the Possibilities of Writing Tolkien Criticism.” In that introduction to our ﬁrst collection of critical essays I was lamenting that these factors, particularly “the feverish activity of the fanzines,” were counterpro- ductive to the development of a climate for serious critical attention to Tolkien’s masterpiece.
More than a decade after the novel’s appearance, as an example if not a proof of the shocked attention still being paid to a literary phenomenon by an uncomprehending coterie of critics (including EdmundWilson, Germaine Greer, and Philip Toynbee), the New York Herald Tribune’s Book Week published on its front page (February 26, 1967), beginning in large type and accompanied by a cartoon, what amounted to a confession of ignorance by a prominent critic, Paul West. Part of my response in “On the Possibilities of Writing Tolkien Criticism” neatly summarizes, I think, the nature of the problem: On what bases does West attack The Lord of the Rings?
1. He is bafﬂed by it, bafﬂed into numbness. I cannot argue with this; he demonstrates both bafﬂement and numbness throughout.
2. With a nostalgia for the last century’s discarded theories, he laments that Tolkien created his world and its creatures alone, without some folksy community origin. But if Tolkien is sole owner and proprietor of Middle-earth, I would prefer to give him all my admiration than to betray any envy for his creative imagination.
3. The Lord of the Rings is a game, only a game, and has no bearing on humanity. Now this is a serious objection, to which I would offer a pair of categorical adversatives: ﬁrst, without the sense of play as an essential element in literature, we would have to do without much of Chaucer, Shakespeare, Joyce, Proust, Nabokov —for in a sense all art is a game, the game of putting form to matter; second, the game of The Lord of the Rings is miraculously designed to be played and won by anyone who takes part, but the reader who doesn’t see the signiﬁcance of its urgent bearing on humanity will always be a loser.
4. The society from which people must escape into Tolkien’s world is very bad indeed. I offer no comment on this argument, but I wonder if West hasn’t simply used Tolkien’s popularity as a way to make this last general point; it has no direct (or logical) bearing on the relative excellence of the book.
It may be unfair to hold West up as epitomizing the negative attitudes toward Tolkien. After all, few attentive readers had actually been driven to the simplistic notions that the book features “a virtue that triumphs untested,” an “evil that dies uninvestigated,” and one protagonist, Frodo, who is “the goodie hobbit.” But even West acknowledged that the cultism and clubbism were irrelevant to—indeed barriers to—considerations of literature, that is, serious criticism.
In such a climate, Rose Zimbardo and I designed Tolkien and the Critics as a small contribution toward a major project, saving what we believed was a great novel from the “faddists and button makers” whose enthusiasm contributed to clouding some critical judgment.
An obligatory if presumptuous request to Professor Tolkien to consider supplying a brief foreword for the collection brought a gentle but ﬁrm response:
I am very grateful for your attention and interest. But I am wholly occupied, or should be, with new work of my own, and I am obliged to say “no” to all requests for articles in reviews, opinions,, forewords, or anything of the kind. I think it is essential to a writer who is still writing to avoid the distraction of external criticism, however sensitive or well-informmed.
That the contributions toooo our book were to varying degrees “sensitive and well-informed” may be attested to by the warm welcome it received from reviewers. The fourteen essays, about equally divided between original pieces and reprints of the best available material, formed what one review (perhaps the least ﬂattering of all) called “largely an unstructured dialectic on the meaning and value of the whole trilogy.” What was most gratifying to us about its success (as measured within the limited aspirations of academic, university press publication) was its threefold accomplishment: its samples of general appreciations by prestigious writers, its examples of illuminations of speciﬁc aspects of the novel by critics with focused interests, and its anticipations of an abundance of critical attention yet to come. In a way, the collection was an announcement of assurance that, in due course, The Lord of the Rings would have to be given its rightful place among the major ﬁctional works of our time.
Within the following decade an astonishing amount of critical work on Tolkien appeared. The variety of critical approaches that Middle-earth had spawned was as great as that of the imagined species in Tolkien’s world, a kind of secondary “sub-creation.” There were doctoral dissertations and papers at professional meetings, guides for innocent readers, collections of learned essays, memoirs, bibliographies, explorations of source material, and contextualizings fromone perspective or another. The enormous appeal of The Lord of the Rings had spread to include not only its increasing mass audience but also a cottage industry of scholarly study. Medievalists and philologists had a ﬁeld day mining the rich veins of their disciplines’ ore with tools both venerable and au courant. Allegorists of many persuasions, especially of the Christian and historical orientations, had their innings. And the psychological, the archetypal, and the structuralist schools were staking their claims.
Into this thick growth Zimbardo and Isaacs ventured once more, proposing a second collection. Dissuaded from calling it “Tolkien and the Critics II” or some variation of “The Second Generation,” we settled for Tolkien: New Critical Perspectives. If we had been motivated the ﬁrst time around by the wish to justify Tolkien’s admission to the canon, we now faced the more formidable task of separating well-intentioned appreciations of The Lord of the Rings and the proliferating attention to extraneous, external, tangential, devotional, and personal matters from what we regarded as appropriate approaches to the book that would foster substantial literary criticism.
In most ways, the second collection was as good as the ﬁrst.
Equally divided, again, between reprinted and original material, it may have lacked the clout of contributions by C. S. Lewis and W. H.
Auden. But it made up for that, in part, by including a chapter from Paul Kocher’s Master of Middle-earth, at that point the best booklength study of Tolkien’s work, and an original essay by Verlyn Flieger, her ﬁrst published work on her way to a distinguished career as a scholar of Tolkien in particular and of fantasy and Faërie in general.
Our second collection received much less attention from reviewers, but one astute critic, in an otherwise favorable notice, took me to task for an “ill-tempered” introduction, “On the Need for Writing Tolkien Criticism.”
He was right; the book was marred by my approach, which focused not on the strength of the collected contributions but on carping critiques of material we had deemed unworthy of inclusion.
Looking back, I ﬁnd this indefensible, but I believe I know the reason for my critical distemper (though I would leave the differential diagnosis of mood disorder or personality disorder to others). It was that the publication of The Silmarillion, some four years before our second collection, had altered both the public perception of, and the critical climate for, Tolkien’s work.
The problem was a double-edged sword. On one hand, critics with negative attitudes toward The Lord of the Rings used The Silmarillion to bolster their positions, disregarding the wholly different natures of the two works and illogically applying their distaste for the latter to the former. On the other hand, devotees used The Silmarillion to range far beyond The Lord of the Rings in their enthusiasm for Tolkien’s created world, thereby deﬂecting attention from, and appreciation for, a major work of ﬁction, in precisely the ways we had feared. Of the provision of new scripts for video games to come I will not speak here.
There may well have been as much sadness as anger in my mood vis-r-vis Tolkien scholarship and readership at the time, as a couple of short passages from my review of The Silmarillion featured in the Washington Star on Sunday, September 11, 1977, will attest:
The Silmarillion is a sacred text. It is an editor’s attempt to set forth in an orderly way a great body of traditions, lore, and mythology that stands behind the great narrative of The Lord of the Rings. It is cosmogonical, cosmological, and apocalyptic. It is also a seemingly endless series of names (personal and place) and events chronicled without the distinction of detail that would temper the repetitiveness. Above all it is solemn, as beﬁts a sacred text.
Readers who love The Lord of the Rings for its narrative power, its droll charm, its intricate playfulness, and the physical and psychological details that give life to its fully realized world will not be very happy with The Silmarillion. Its style will stun many, particularly those who know Tolkien as the author of “Beowulf: the Monsters and the Critics,” still the most lucid and readable essay in all Old English scholarship. This book is persistently Biblical. The Book of Numbers comes most often to mind. And so it is that, beyond all hope, Christopher son of J.R.R. has brought the new Tolkien to light in the world of men.
That the ill temper faded over time I attribute not to any mellowing but to an appreciation for later developments. With Christopher Tolkien’s gathering, editing, and publishing of successive volumes of the history, legends, lore, and mythology of Middle-earth, there came a plethora of rewards for the devotees. But the voices of carping critics faded in large part, I think, because the attention of serious literary scholarship to The Lord of the Rings reinforced the book’s importance and won its canonical recognition even as it attracted new generations of a mass readership.
One great fear remained. Translated to the screen, I thought, the book would be reduced and its meaning lost to serious readers.However, as soon as we saw Peter Jackson’s The Fellowship of the Ring all such fears dissipated. Indeed, the monumental triumph of Jackson’s movies has given us a road back to Middle-earth, a road already well traveled by yet another generation of appreciative readers.
From the moment Rose Zimbardo ﬁrst suggested to me that it was time for us to conclude our own trilogy of Tolkien essay collections, I have thought of this edition as a “greatest hits album.” Such an enterprise has its own built-in pitfalls for the compilers, not to mention the writer of the liner notes. Why the obvious “Pretty Woman” for the Roy Orbison selection and not the more representative “Ooby-Dooby”? Why the Licia Albanese reading of Puccini’s “Vissi d’arte” and not a remastered Claudia Muzio? In any case we are obligated to spell out our general criteria for choices—which are certain to be challenged.
Our ﬁrst decisions were nearly automatic. We intended to collect the best critical work available that focused on The Lord of the Rings. Moreover, we had no intention of presenting a “balanced” view. There would be no representative of those voices—strident, cynical, sardonic, dismissive, supercilious, condescending—that articulated negative views of the book. All the naysayers had one thing in common. Whether they objected to prose style, poetic insertions, assumed allegorical simplicities, self-indulgent allusiveness, character stereotyping, derivative clichés, sociopolitical bias, Christian apologetics, or puerile taste, to make their case they all had to shift focus away from the story.
The Lord of the Rings is an adventure story par excellence, and as such it is one of the great works of twentieth-century ﬁction. If it has elements of myth, archetype, epic structure, and adolescent fantasy, not to mention deep moral, psychological, and geopolitical insights, so much the better for its performance as narrative. This collection assumes that argument about the value and power of The Lord of the Rings has been settled, certainly to the satisfaction of its vast, grow- ing, persistent audience, but also of a considerable body of critical judgment. (For a summary of the case, with explicit refutation of the losing arguments, we refer readers to Tom Shippey’s book J.R.R.
Tolkien: Author of the Century.)
Another early decision was to eschew biographical approaches, of which there are many available. From personal memoirs to carefully documented accounts, this material is often charming or illuminating, particularly when it places Tolkien’s experience in such broader contexts as the group of his fellows called Inklings, his experiences in World War I, and his immersion in medieval languages and literature.Without denying the validity of the many connections between the author’s life and his work, we determined to focus on the latter. That decision has cost us the option of reprinting an excerpt from Humphrey Carpenter’s estimable biography, but that book is still available in print.
We extended that principle of focus into a much broader criterion of exclusion. Many worthy pieces of individual scholarship exploring speciﬁc aspects of Tolkien’s work—linguistic discoveries, individual sources and analogues, the poetics of the interpolated verse, the evolution of invented ﬂora and fauna, the rich realms of the naming of things and creatures, and even a herd of hobbyhorses ridden by idiosyncratic interpreters—can provide insight into particular features of the novel. But the typical tendency in them is toward digression, and our intention was to choose the work of critics who kept their focus on the main chance, whose eyes were ever on the prize: general appreciation of Tolkien’s narrative art. This decision may have cost us some intriguing slants upon the work, but it also shielded us from the onslaught of continuing allegorical interpretations and assumptions.
We were ever mindful of the need to avoid superﬁciality and redundancy.
The ﬁnal choices, however, should exemplify our standards of importance, timeline...
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