Showing posts with label The Lord of the Rings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Lord of the Rings. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Epic Lord of the Rings Blog Post


Currently Reading: One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey


I may or may not have devoured The Two Towers and The Return of the King so quickly that I’m not sure I could distinguish which plot points came from which book. For this reason, I’m combining both books into one blog post for an epic post worthy of this epic story.

First of all, if you are one of those bizarre people who must live like a hermit in a TV-less, movie-less existence and thus have never seen The Lord of the Rings movies, I should state that this blog post will most certainly contain spoilers. Furthermore, if you are a fan of the movies, but are bad like I was and haven’t read the books, I reiterate:

THIS BLOG POST CONTAINS SPOILERS!!!

So… Holy cow was it totally worth it to suck it up through The Fellowship of the Ring! Because, honestly, I may have sugarcoated a little bit how painful it was to get through the first book in this series. As I said, the book certainly picks up once the characters make it to Bree, but even after that point, the book still seems to drag a bit.

Most likely this is due to the insane – albeit impressive – detailed descriptions of every bit of landscape, history, and thought process in the characters’ journey. Seriously, I was stunned with how well Tolkien seemed to know every single nook and cranny of this fictional world, able to describe every nuisance in the woods in which the hobbits get lost; every lane in the village of Hobbiton; every hallway in the great halls of Gondor. It makes my mind boggle to think of how he must have known every aspect of this expansive, fictional world as well as he knew his own house. Either Tolkien simply had an impressive mind or he really needed to get out in the actual world more.

And while I’m flabbergasted and awed with Tolkien’s ability to do this, it didn’t make for the most interesting reading. In fact, this actually led to an epiphany-level insight about why I always get hopelessly lost: I’m utterly bored with directions. Seriously, I don’t have the desire to listen to directions I actually need so having Tolkien spell out every single turn the fellowship takes – complete with a lengthy debate about the decision to make that particular turn – was horrible for me. Who cares? Just get to the next plot point already!

There’s one other impressive, yet excessive aspect of The Fellowship that decreases the speed of the plot that doesn’t appear nearly as often in the other books. This would be the songs/poems. I know many people who skip over these while reading The Lord of the Rings and, honestly, I don’t blame them. However, having taken several creative writing courses and made sad attempts of my own to create poetry, I think the skill required to create all these songs is underappreciated. They are clever and informative, certainly as impressive as the detail of the landscape. But once again, they contributed greatly to slowing down the plot.

Fortunately, this changed with The Two Towers. Finally, Tolkien struck the balance I was looking for between the almost purely active Hobbit and the overly descriptive Fellowship. At long last, the landscape was no longer as important as what was done on it; the singing was replaced with action. However, unlike in The Hobbit, I wasn’t lacking for looks into the characters’ minds.

Part of why I so thoroughly enjoyed the second two books of the trilogy is that it separated the characters’ stories. And more importantly, it minimized the amount of time spent with Frodo and Sam, whose story’s pace was too similar to that of The Fellowship. Again, every decision, every stop, every turn was depicted. What was worse was that the setting for these turns was dismal and monotonous.

Furthermore, Frodo is pretty much one of the worst heroes. It confuses me that Tolkien didn’t opt to make his Ring-bearer, the character who is supposedly the most pivotal to conquering the evil Sauron, at least more sympathetic if not likeable. All Frodo does is whine, cause trouble unnecessarily, and become a burden himself. As if that’s not enough, he’s so imperious.

I mean, I understand that he has the responsibility of carrying the Ring and destroying it, but really? Does Frodo actually do anything useful? Think about it, he doesn’t even accomplish his mission! He’s not the one who destroys the Ring. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Gollum, Frodo would have ruined everything instead of saving it. I’m kind of glad that, in the end, Merry, Pippin, and Sam are more revered than Frodo in Hobbiton.

To put it simply, as my friend Emily said, “All of [Frodo’s parts] could be summed up with, ‘Frodo was miserable but kept going.’”

The only redeeming aspect of the Frodo and Sam parts is that they include Faramir, who is by far my favorite character! He combines the gentleness and sweetness of the hobbits, the wits and intellect of Gandalf, and the leadership and strength of Aragon. I love him.

What makes the Frodo and Sam sections even more painful – with the exception of Faramir – is the stark contrast between them and the other sections of the novels, which are amazing! I loved, loved, loved the parts with Aragon, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Merry, and/or Pippin!! They were gripping, page-turning sections with characters that were the opposite of Frodo. Plus, they had new characters who were cut out of the movies that I discovered and fell in love with, like Beregond, the guard who befriends Pippin, and Quickbeam, the younger, hasty Ent.

Just as it’s worth it to read The Fellowship to get to the other books, it’s worth it to read the Frodo and Sam parts to get to all the other ones.

Despite my complaints, I overall really enjoyed these novels! Even if I found parts boring, they couldn’t have been that bad considering I plowed through all three books in about five weeks – completing two of them in about two and a half weeks. And if I didn’t have a job or anything, those numbers could have been in terms of days, not weeks.

Basically, there’s a reason there’s a cult following for these books. You should definitely check them out. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Peter Jackso – I mean, Tolkien’s The Fellowship of the Ring

Currently Reading: The Two Towers by J. R. R. Tolkien


I was in 7th grade when The Fellowship of the Ring movie first appeared in theaters. Beyond the tentative excitement my mother felt about it, I had very minimal interest in the release. In fact, I never actually saw The Fellowship of the Ring in theaters. The first time I watched it – with half interest – was right before I went to see The Two Towers a year later, a movie chosen by popular vote among my friends. I don’t remember any real impact from the first film because it was a rushed viewing, done only to understand what I was about to go watch in theaters.

Ahhh… how times have changed.

The Two Towers essentially rocked my middle school self’s world. I saw it three times in theaters. Since then, I have watched the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy more times than I can count – and probably more times than I should ever admit to. They have become a staple in my house; they're some of our go-to movies when we are in the mood to pop something in and we usually agree to the extended versions. While my obsession has never reached the heights of having a wall-sized poster of Orlando Bloom as Legolas in my bedroom – you know who you are – it’s certainly noteworthy.

Seriously, SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!
The point is, I love these movies and I know them pretty much inside out and backwards.

Now here’s the shameful part in all this:

Until about two weeks ago, I had never read any of the books.

I know, Kitty. It's quite shocking.
I’d always meant to, I just had such a bad taste in my mouth from my oh-so-tragic experience reading The Hobbit – refer to my sole December post for that tear-jerking tale – that I had written off Tolkien entirely. My intense love for Peter Jackson’s movie versions couldn’t conquer my irrational hate of Tolkien.

I have now overcome my previous, rather unfounded prejudices towards the author and have finished the first installment of the trilogy, The Fellowship of the Ring. What did I think of the book version? Was it better than the movie, as is generally the rule for all books adapted for the big screen?

I honestly can’t tell you.

Because the horrible thing about reading a novel that is the basis for one of your favorite movies is that you cannot, cannot separate the two.

I literally could not get my mind to stop comparing Tolkien’s book with Jackson’s film adaptation. Instead of forming any sort of opinion about the action or the writing, my mind would think, 

“Hmmm… that’s not how that went in the movie.”

Or

“Weird. Gandalf said that line in the movie.”

Or

“That happens so much later in the movie.”

It wracked my brain the whole time!!



In some ways, it was nice having the comparison. Truthfully, I’m not sure I would have stuck it out to Bree – which truly is when the plot picks up in The Fellowship – if I hadn’t known how great the story was. It also made me enjoy some of the extra background bits of information for the characters or the lengthy decision making scenes more than I probably would have originally because it felt like finding extra bonus features on the DVD. It helped me to understand a lot of aspects of the movies I never would have gotten otherwise. Plus, as is always the case, the book allows for more depth in the characters, especially somewhat secondary characters like Legolas and Gimli. For example, I’m not sure I ever really understood that Legolas was from Mirkwood, the same place from which Bilbo had to rescue his dwarf companions in The Hobbit. It’s added a new layer to the story I thought I knew so well… which sounds kind of silly when I think about the fact that the story came from the book so they aren’t really new layers.

However, I reiterate that overall I’m not sure what my opinion of the book is. And that kind of breaks my heart. I feel as if I’ve been deprived of a reading experience and I’m saddened to know that it’s one I can never have. I can’t un-watch the movies and I can’t go back and read the books before I saw the films, or before I knew them so well. I will never know what it feels like to be surprised by the twists and turns of this novel and I’m really disappointed that that is the case.


Not as relevant as I wanted, but way too amused not to share. PS Don't type in "book heartbreak" to your Google Images. It's just depressing the titles that show up.
It’s not completely hopeless, though. I have managed to form one or two opinions of the book and Tolkien’s writing outside of the movie versions. However, I believe I’m going to hold off on voicing them until I’ve completed the whole series in case they become firmer or change entirely by the end of the trilogy.

Hopefully, in the end, I will figure out some trick for separating the book from the movie…

I'd love any helpful hints if you've got them :)