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The weatherman is promising some of that white stuff the rest of the country has had dumped on it. It should be interesting since they haven't gotten snow here in several years, which may mean they don't know how to handle it. I'm just hoping our power doesn't go out, which seemed to happen with all the major non-winter storms we've been hit with. But the cupboard is well stocked and I haven't gone out in nearly a week anyway.

The fires out in LA look... intense is the only word for it. Horrific. I don't think I know anyone out there, but I can only imagine how hard that would have to be.

Weather is supposed to be the stuff of small talk. This doesn't feel so small. :-$

In more fannish news, I really enjoyed Threads of Song, a one-shot about Galadriel, Celebrian, and Arwen learning the art of weaving. It was just beautifully told and constructed. Well worth a read if you enjoy those characters.
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Tolkien made it into XKCD, and Numenor no less. I smiled.

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I was getting dressed this morning, set down my socks on the bed while I put on my shirt, and a Certain Someone leaped up and ran off with one of them. Thief! Baggins! Socks in particular are a favorite prey of hers, and I"ve bought extra so I can let her have a few at a time. But in fairness I had cats growing up so I can't claim I didn't know what I was signing up for.

I've been reading the story of Aldarion and Erendis for the first time and basically liveblogging it over at Tumblr. I may collect up the links if anyone's interested. But the main thing (other than I've been letting my inner geek out to play and heartily enjoying it) is, Tolkien is playing with some rather racist and sexist ideas here in much more explicit terms than I think I've ever seen in his writings. The trick is it's story-internal racism and sexism, and it's clear the belief --if it's even genuinely held-- is being used to serve the story. Not something Tolkien necessarily believes or even is presenting as true for the story's world.

An example: Aldarion is a direct descendant of Elros, and Erendis, while she has the look of that line, it's said she isn't really and won't have the same longer lifespan. Aldarion is driven to go on long sea-voyages (he's away for years at a time even after they're married), and it's a main reason their marriage devolves into a technicality more than a true marriage. So Aldarion sets up a law where the king's heir can only marry someone of Elros's line. On the surface it feels very racist, even eugenics-y. The official justification given is because of the differing lifespans couples would be fundamentally mismatched. Which doesn't make much sense even on its own terms since there are lots of Elros-descended people not in line for the throne, so if this is really such an issue surely the law should apply to all of them?

The real reason is Aldarion's blaming the lifespan thing for the breakdown of his marriage, rather than accepting blame for essentially abandoning her, repeatedly!, so he could go off adventuring. It's a little more complicated than that (Aldarion's being driven by sea-longing, which Tolkien describes as an almost physical need to get back to the ocean), but certainly he's not treating Erendis well and because of his pride and just his basic character, he's not accepting that he needs to apologize and right the relationship. Much easier to blame her for being below him and them being fundamentally incompatible because of that, and thank goodness he has the wisdom to spare other people his heartache, etc.

It's a really fascinating look at racism as a crutch. And even the parts of all this I suspect Tolkien may have believed himself -- the idea of Numenoreans as the mannish messiahs of Middle-earth in the fight against Sauron does have imperialistic undertones, and I can see a conservative-leaning British man of his age having at least some sympathy for that view -- even there, Tolkien seems all too aware how this kind of mindset harms even the Numenoreans. It's fascinating, really, and quite fun to think through how we navigate hateful-in-RL things in the context of literature.

I've been thinking about that a bit because in other fandom news, Neil Gaiman was accused of sexual assault recently. What little I know seems more like a messy sex life to be sure but where I don't have enough facts to have an informed opinion on if it was truly assault vs. miscommunication, different perspectives, etc. So while he doesn't come out smelling like a bed of roses, I'm also not reaching for my pitchfork yet. But I'm also very aware that I like his writing, like the parts of him I've come to now through social media, and probably would approach these accusations differently if I wasn't so emotionally invested in him being a good guy. So the question of how we react to hateful things and even morally complicated situations in the abstract, versus when there's emotional entanglement (and yes, storytelling is similar!) is definitely on my mind. I don't have any hard answers. But I suspect I'll be thinking about it for a while to come.

Back to work, I suppose. Thanks for the space to play with my thinky-thoughts, and have a good day.
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I've been rereading The Hobbit's first chapter, and I'm struck by the way Bilbo uses manners and civility to keep the fae at arm's length, and how poorly it works.

"I beg your pardon, I haven't asked for anything!" [said Bilbo]

"Yes, you have! Twice now. My pardon. I give it you. In fact I will go so far as to send you on this adventure. Very amusing for me, very good for you and profitable too, very likely, if you ever get over it."

"Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But please come to tea - any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow! Good-bye!"

With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seem rude. Wizards after all are wizards.

"What on earth did I ask him to tea for!" he said to himself, as he went to the pantry. He had only just had break fast, but he thought a cake or two and a drink of something would do him good after his fright. Gandalf in the meantime was still standing outside the door, and laughing long but quietly. After a while he stepped up, and with the spike of his staff scratched a queer sign on the hobbit's beautiful green front-door.


So what he really wants to do is send Gandalf packing but he doesn't dare, wizard's being wizards. Instead, he invites him round to tea the next day, which feels a little like bumping into an old acquaintance and saying you should really get to dinner sometime. Only this ha an actual planned meet up so it's already less effective than our modern variant. It does, though, give him a well-mannered way out of the current way to end this interaction, and sets the stage for what the next one. It will be a tea, there will be Rules and a set end-date.

Only notsomuch. The dwarves arrive when poor Bilbo expects his wizard, and they just keep coming. There's the rude knocking, the odd belongings, the eating all his seed-cake and keeping him running to meet there every request. The only thing that seems to make it worse is when he's grousing about all the work these unexpected guests are causing him, and instead of taking the hint and leaving, they actually help him clean up.

"Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!" he said aloud. "Why don't they come and lend a hand?" Lo and behold! There stood Balin and Dwalin at the door of the kitchen, and Fili and Kili behind them, and before he could say knife they had whisked the trays and a couple of small tables into the parlour and set out everything afresh.

Gandalf sat at the head of the party with the thirteen dwarves all round: and Bilbo sat on a stool at the fireside, nibbling at a biscuit (his appetite was quite taken away), and trying to look as if this was all perfectly ordinary and not in the least an adventure. The dwarves ate and ate, and talked and talked, and time got on. At last they pushed their chairs back, and Bilbo made a move to collect the plates and glasses.

"I suppose you will all stay to supper?" he said in his politest unpressing tones. "Of course!" said Thorin. "And after. We shan't get through the business till late, and we must have some music first. Now to clear up!"


Again, he's clinging to manners to try to make them feel unwelcome, to highlight the imposition, but all he really does is make a space for them to keep on staying. He's actually inviting them in explicitly, both Gandalf and the dwarves, but it's in this way I think anyone playing by the same rule book as him would recognize wasn't a true invitation. That the only polite reply-back was to see they weren't welcome and withdraw.

It does remind me of folk-tales about vampires and other baddies, who must be given verbal permission to enter. I don't think Bilbo could have really done anything to avoid this adventure once Gandalf marked his door, but it's fascinating to me just how clearly Tolkien shows the normal rules of society don't apply, his Baggins side and all the social niceties that shape his reality just are completely ineffective in the face of these strange beings from beyond the blue.

I'm beginning to think it's no small thing Tolkien had him forget to put this event in his diary. As if this wide, dangerous world could ever be diaried in.
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This Tumblr post has me smiling. Basically it's about all the silly linguist-humor-but-making-us-mere-mortals-reach-for-our-notecards things Tolkien does. A sample:

2. Characters who Have Way Too Many Names

Examples include Aragorn son of Arathorn son of Arador heir of Isildur Elendil’s son, descendant of Numenor, Thorongill, Eagle of the Star, Dúnadan, Strider, Wingfoot, Longshanks, Elessar, Edhelharn, Elfstone, Estel (”Hope,”) The Chieftain of the Dúnedain, King of the West, High King of Gondor and Arnor, and Envinyatar the Renewer of the House of Telcontar

Wait I’m sorry did I say “examples” plural

Cuz that was all one guy


Check out the whole thing, it's really quite hilarious if you've made it to the other side of the head-thunking stage we all seem to go through.

Then come back and answer me two simple questions:

1) What are your favorite examples of this?
2) What the heck was JRRT thinking with all this?

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