Confession time. Writing doesn’t come easy for me. There, I’ve said it.
Oh sure, I’ve fooled publishers, readers and myself into thinking I can write well enough (as testified by my novels) and I can sometimes conjure word-counts from out of nowhere with enough coffee in my bloodstream. But those words are too often quickly sacrificed the next morning when I edit what I penned the day before and am forced to start over (I’ve re-written this blog entry three times already). The cold hard truth is that I’ve never kept a journal and my own authors blog is as dry as a bone when it comes to “regular” content. (Make that four…no FIVE times.)
So you can imagine my shock and surprise when asked to join as a regular contributor to the Speculative Faith blog. After all, I’d done nothing to prove myself worthy of this feat.
Don’t get me wrong, I love writing. I just don’t like being put on-the-spot.
With blogging, you don’t have the luxury of time to let ideas germinate and grow. It’s more raw and unpolished than writing a novel. Here, in the blogosphere, I can’t hide behind a story as easily. My words become instantly and permanently public (which may one day get me into trouble).
Blogging, like jazz, can’t be edited. It has no room for second takes. It’s raw, uncut and risky. In other words, all the things we novel writers detest. See, we are recording artists, by nature. We like to make our paintings in the sanctity and security of our own private worlds. When our masterpieces are finished – our children ready for the “real world” – we let them out and cry a little but are always glad to see them find their way and get the recognition they deserve.
“So,” you may ask, “why are you committing to a weekly post for SpeculativeFaith.com?”
Because blogging scares the boogers out of me, and that’s why I absolutely MUST do it. To be perfectly candid, it was a similar fear that convinced me to write novels in the first place. I didn’t think I had the chops to do that either.
In the end, I’ve decided to take up the challenge of weekly blogging because I’m a writer, after all, and we writers are fools, if nothing else. We con ourselves into believing lies about what we can and can’t do all the time. Writing is important to me and I think it’s high time I experienced more of it by adding a bit of this crazy-blogging-word-jazz stuff to my life. Who knows, I might end up liking it.
So this is your invitation to join me every Tuesday for a series of blog posts that are sure to knock your socks off (if I ever get the hang of it). Just one question remains…what on earth will I write about next week!?!
Since I haven’t had a chance to see The Hobbit yet, I decided to bring in someone who has–my nephew Paul D. Miller. He wrote a review of the movie for the website Patheos, specifically for their blog Schaeffer’s Ghost, which provides evangelical commentary on books and films: “We understand it to be part of our worship of God to examine the world around us, to discern what is true, noble, pure, and even ‘lovely,’ and to dwell on these things. That includes, we think, the cultural output of the world we live in.”
Paul D. Miller is an Assistant Professor of International Security Studies at the National Defense University in Washington, D.C. He received his PhD from Georgetown and his Masters Degree from Harvard. His writing has appeared in Books and Culture, Foreign Affairs, the Washington Post, The City, and elsewhere.
And now, used by permission, Paul’s Review of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, directed by Peter Jackson.
I previously blogged about the surprising darkness and pessimism in J.R.R. Tolkienâs book The Hobbit. That book is often mistakenly called a childrenâs book, and even though there is nothing childlike about its tales of genocidal war and cynical realpolitik, it will continue to be considered beloved work of fiction no matter how it is labeled. However on second reading I found it to be uneven, episodic, and featuring thin characters with an abrupt end to the dragon.
Watching Peter Jackson interpret J.R.R. Tolkien is like watching a master jazz impresario play Beethoven. The original is classic; the interpretation as a new work is equally brilliant. Jacksonâs new film, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (the first in a projected trilogy) departs from Tolkien but gains from the divergence. Jacksonâs Hobbit is a splendid film.
The film follows (as anyone not hiding in a hole knowsâŚand, come to think of it, even those in holes ought to know too) Bilbo Baggins, a Hobbit of Bag End, on his unexpected adventure with Gandalf the wizard, Thorin Oakenshield the dethroned dwarf king, and his band of a dozen dispossessed comrades on their quest to slay a dragon and retake their homeland.
In Tolkienâs original, the dwarves are driven by greed, vengeance, and honor. They want their gold and they want to kill the dragonâand, as an afterthought, rebuild their lost kingdom. In the movie, Jackson wisely foregrounds the political motive, turning The Hobbit into a story of national liberation by an aggrieved and stateless people. Thorin utters âWe must seize this chance to retake our homeland!â or some variation of it a dozen times or more during the movie. These dwarves are soldiers, not mercenaries; Jackson downplays the commercial motiveâeven suggesting that Thorinâs grandfatherâs greed presaged his downfall.
Jacksonâs Hobbit is thus a story of returning to a lost homeland. The dwarves are in the position of the heroes of faith of Hebrews 11:13-16. âThey were strangers and exiles on the earthâŚthey are seeking a homelandâŚthey desire a better country.â Some of the more poignant moments in the film emerge from the dwarvesâ sense of homelessness, of lacking roots, of not belonging. Home is a place of rest, belonging, and family. To lack a home is to be restless and aloneâa universal experience that the Bible affirms is true and rooted in our spiritual homelessness in this world. For Christians, the only true home is heaven.
The other effective moments in the film arise from Biblo finding the courage and purpose to join and stick with the quest. Here Jackson is true to the spirit of the book, as Bibloâs growth is central to Tolkienâs original. There is, however, a difference: Jackson front-loads a few of Bilboâs major crisesânecessarily so, since he only handles the first third or half of the journey. In doing so, he actually improves on the book.
In the book, Bilbo pretty much stumbles into the quest with no moment of decision. The reader may be forgiven for thinking that Bilbo is on the adventure simply to please the requirements of the plot. The moment he shows agency comes later in the mountains and in Mirkwood. In the film, Biblo makes a very conscious choice to join the dwarves (after initially refusing to), and as a result we get a much better sense of why he does so and what it costs him. This yields the filmâs best lines. Late in the adventure the dwarves complain that he is homesick and not really committed to the quest. He admits to missing home, and then says, âThatâs why Iâm helping you. Because you have no home. And Iâm going to help you get it back.â
Iâm stretching a bit here, but Biblo reminded me faintly of Ruth. Ruth was a Moabitess whose mother-in-law, Naomi, was an Israelite. After their husbands die, Naomi embarks on a journey back home to Israel. Ruth chooses to accompany her. She could have stayed home in Moab, but chooses instead to make a new home with Naomi. âFor where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there will I be buried. May the Lord do so to me and more also if anything but death parts me from you,â (Ruth 1:16-17).
Biblo doesnât quite go that far. But he leaves home and risks his life to help Thorin and the others find a new homeâa magnificent picture of loving oneâs neighbor. His growing loyalty and friendship to the dwarves is the best part of the film.
If you liked the Lord of the Rings trilogy, you will like this movie. It isnât quite as well paced (the first hour drags a bit, and the movie feels like it has two endings). Donât expect pure fidelity to the book: Jackson takes almost as many liberties as his did with The Two Towers. And, if you want to catch all the nuances, it will help if you read Appendix A.III to Lord of the Rings, from which Jackson draws out (and embellishes upon) some sub-plots.
Finally, on a technical note, I saw the film in the full 3D, 48 frames-per-second format. The 3D didnât do much for me, but the 48 fps was gorgeous. Find a showing in this format if you can.
Why speculative above all other genres?
Because speculative fiction tests our morals, ideals, and souls in âsafeâ yet exciting realms that are separate from our ordinary lives. Speculative fiction is a literary neutral ground. As spec-fiction readers, we can temporarily set aside our own cultures and experience other lives and spiritual mindsets with impunityâoften emerging from our adventures with new perspectives. The cultural freedom readers experience in speculative realms adds to fictionâs already-recognized visceral impact as this article from the New York Times verifies.
When we read fictionâany fictionâall of our senses are involved and our brains’ activity is heightened, if the fiction is well-written and descriptive. Active writing loaded with verbs, colorful imagery, and adjectives, will evoke readersâ responses as if they are actually living the scenes themselves.
Seriously. Skillful authors can capture readers and verbally drop them into any scene, then pick at their emotions and senses, often changing their thought patterns, or even their life-long opinions. Scary, fascinating stuff! Am I advocating literary religious mind-control via a race of master-authors? Wow. UmâŚ. No. But this neuroscience-insight ought to give every reader and author pause to reflect on the power of the written word. Simple âstoriesâ have the power to change our thoughts and our lives.
Likewise, our spiritual outlooks can be equally affected by mere stories. If spec-fiction authors interweave faith elements naturally within their worldsâ civilizations and their characters’ hearts, allowing readers to step into the protagonistâs shoes, or even into the antagonistâs shoes, and experience their spiritual livesâŚthe effects are potentially soul-changing, and eternal.
Speculative fictionâs cultural and spiritual mixes offer readers a shared mental playing field, allowing agnostics to evaluate their spiritual journey, while atheists can safely contemplate an âimaginaryâ Creator without feeling lectured (unless the author has indulged in writing lectures disguised as dialogue and heavy-handed prose), and lukewarm believers can experience their faith in fresh new ways, allowing them to look at âthe same old storiesâ from new vantage points.
While weâre on the subject of lukewarm believers, Iâll just mention the startling numbers of biblically illiterate church attendees. Recent studies indicate that only 19 percent of church attendees read their Bibles daily. And between 30 and 45 percent of churchgoers open their Bibles once a month, or never, with the remaining percentages landing somewhere between the two camps.
Those numbers might seem startling, or incredible, but Iâve attended various church groups (not in my current church!) and watched instructors or pastors stump attendees to silence with basic questions regarding the Scriptures. Who was Ruth? How did God describe King David? Basic stuff. Yet the instructors had to answer their own questions, because their church-going students were shaking their heads in obvious bafflement. My childhood churchâwhich shall remain unnamedâwas a case-in-point: My Sunday School instructors handed out Bibles when I was thirteen, but never required us to use them. (Thankfully, I was hungry for the Word and needed no encouragement to read; I routinely borrowed my parents’ Bibles until I received my own.)
Perhaps I digress. However, given these percentages, the average church is a Bible-readerâs mission field, and our average church attendee is more likely to learn about the Bible from fiction than from the Scriptures.
Narnia, anyone?
To sum up: As devotees of speculative faith-based fiction, our genreâs cultural âneutralâ ground should inspire us to literally move readers to consider their individual spiritual journeys. If, as readers, we find a great spec-fiction book that sends us digging through the scriptures, or pursuing a more active and honest relationship with our Creator, then we should share that book with our agnostic/atheist/lukewarm-believer friends. (If you are already sharing, keep going!) For those of you who happen to be authors, every word you choose has an eternal effectâtherefore, wield your power judiciously and humbly whenever you sit down at your computer and prepare to enter the literary mission field!
Blessings, everyone, and thanks, Rebecca, for inviting me to stop by!
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R. J. Larson is the author of numerous devotionals and is suspected of eating chocolate and potato chips for lunch while writing. She lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado, with her husband and their two sons. Prophet/Books of the Infinite series, marks her debut in the fantasy genre.
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Six chapters. Thatâs what The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, which opens tomorrow in the U.S., will actually cover of The Hobbit. For one of three films, thatâs a good percentage. The book totals 19 chapters, some longer than others, of course.
Hmm. At the same time, I seem to recall The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) covering an entire book, plus some, in one film. Plenty was cut, and other story potions enhanced. That includes the journey in the dark, ending in the thrilling Bridge of Khazad-dĂťm sequence, which lasts perhaps 40 minutes in the film, to the complaint of few.
Expect similar adaptation for this last chapter (as with the scenes in Goblin-town). They will first be adapted nearly verbatim, then thrown into OVERDRIVE with chases, snarling wolves, fires, and of course goblin-smacking and -whacking and -bashing and -hewing.
Yes, I will be there for the film â though not at midnight. I plan to see The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey at exactly 7:15 p.m. Eastern time, in non-3D, non-high frame rate. The experience will be enjoyable enough without adding a technology that has divided many viewers. When Iâm more familiar with the film in âstandardâ format, Iâll discern better.
How will you see The Hobbit part 1? What is your reaction to the filmâs images, behind-the-scenes footage, trailers, TV spots, music tracks, film clips, and other marketing thus far?
Finally, return to Middle-earth with these words from Desiring God author David Mathis:
At the end of his important essay âOn Fairy Stories,â Tolkien explains from where he intends his tales to draw their power â from the emotional reservoir of the Christian gospel. The âprimary worldâ story of the Son of God himself, taking full humanity at Christmas, living flawlessly in our fallen world, sacrificing himself to rescue us on Good Friday from God’s just wrath, and rising again victorious on Easter as the living Lord of the Universe â here is the Story for which God made the human heart and the Story from which all good stories derive their power.
For Tolkien, the enchantment of the Christian gospel is deeper than allegory (which he thought crass) or merely having a character who is the Jesus figure. Tolkien believed that God made humanity for the Great Joy purchased by and provided in the Good News of Jesus, and that the joy we experience from good fantasy tales stream their power from the real world, the Primary Reality, created by God and culminating in the life, death, and resurrection of his Son. In this way, Tolkien thought that all good stories meet with Godâs gospel-shape imprint on his creatures.
Finding Jesus in The Hobbit doesnât mean shoe-horning Gandalf or Bilbo or anyone else into some Christ mold, but following the story, truly tracking its twists, feeling its angst, and knowing that the âturnâ â the Great Unexpected Rescue just in the nick of time, the place where our souls are most stirred and relieved and satisfied â is tapping into something deep in us, some way in which God spring-loaded us for the Great Story and the extent to which he went to reclaim us.
Yes, many science-fiction stories and most false religions â including some Christianity â seem to enjoy flatly contradicting the Bibleâs plotline, only for fits and energy-being giggles.
Scripture says God first saves peopleâs souls or spirits, then their bodies, then the world.
Man says that we as âgodsâ ourselves can first save our physical world, then our souls by evolving into some kind of spiritoid entities â ignoring the importance of the body.
Last week, commentator D.M. Dutcher called this âtranshumanism.â And thatâs exactly what it is. Though such beliefs are common to many false religions, the notions we most often see in sci-fi (really theyâre fantasy elements disguised as sci-fi) combine classic humanismâs âarenât humans greatâ posturing â as seen in many Star Trek episodes â and the âone day we will become energy-based spirit beingsâ of New Age and âspiritualâ religions.
Itâs a bait and switch: Yes, humans are great, except for what makes us human.
Now for a more encouraging outlook. Many other stories do honor both the goodness of the physical world underneath the corruption of sin â and more helpfully, honor the idea of a hero who has originated in a higher status and instead deigned to dwell among man.
The most recent example may be the trailer for Man of Steel, the new Superman film series re-launch to release (in the U.S.) on June 14, 2013. If you havenât seen this trailer, behold.
Iâm intrigued. It seems the makers are not merely gritty-rebooting Superman. Instead they may be going the direction Iâd hoped, not by angst-ifying our hero â which did drag down the otherwise promising Superman Returns in 2006 â but by assuming that he is a truly good man. How would the world see him? Put off by his goodness, would they reject him?
This is an echo of incarnation: a mighty hero becoming mortal, living as one, to save them.
With that as the filmâs theme, even if not its main theme, the trailer didnât even need to jump right into showing âthe Christ-figure pose,â as author Jeffrey Overstreet observed.
Why does incarnation truth captivate us? How does it inspire real and imaginative worlds?
Christians are bound to accept that Jesus Christ is both God and man. Too many Scriptures confirm both His human origin and His divine nature. Too many heretics have immediately gone for the doctrinal jugular by challenging Jesusâs true humanity (the Gnostics) or His divine nature (the Arians, and also modern-day cults such as the Jehovahâs Witnesses).
For those who love Christ the Hero, we have no reason to doubt His words about Himself or the testimonies of those who met Him. âIn him the whole fullness of deity dwells bodily,â the Apostle Paul wrote (Col. 2:9). And we do not accept these words only out of some sense of obligation. If we say we love Him, why would we doubt His self-described origin? Why would we even want to divide His ânatures,â or treat Him only as divine or only as a man?
For some reason, occasionally I get into more discussions about what a âgraven imageâ is and whether Christians can, for example, make a movie about Jesus played by a human actor. Recently someone mentioned that a Nativity scene includes a âgraven image,â versus the second of the Ten Commandments. To that I responded:
If that’s a âgraven image,â so was the Face of Christ, the eternal God made flesh. The fact that Christ was, and remains to this day, a Man with an âimage,â must be taken into account.
Some will say, âWell, that was a perfect representation.â Yet even after He was gone, the disciples would have tried to recall His physical âimage,â and not recalled it âperfectly.â
[A nativity-scene Jesus is] an imperfect representation, [but] based on the precedent of He Himself being made flesh. One must not make a “graven image” of God [the Father] as He is Spirit and should not be reduced that way. However, Christ was a Man, a real Man, and remains so to this day. God all but invites us to imagine Him immediately and personal, while also reminding us of His power, transcendence, wrath, and mystery. He is all of these.
It may be because some people, deep down, doubt that Christ was truly human and the very âimage of the invisible Godâ (Col 1:15), that the apostle John (1 John 4:1) told people to test spiritual influences by asking whether they accepted Christ had come in the flesh.
Jesus is both good and heroic, yet appears âflawed.â Just as any good storyâs hero. This way He is âaccessible.â But thereâs a vital difference: Jesus only seemed flawed. He never sinned.
No, I wouldnât worship a movie-Jesus or a nativity-scene Jesus. I also would not worship a fellow Christian, one who now bears the image of Christ! But if Christ stood before me, I could bow down and fully, unashamedly, and rightfully, with the Creatorâs endorsement, gaze upon His Face and worship a Man.
This is something we may not often speak about, possibly because it hurts our heads. Yet imagine the encouragement, the wonder! Jesus remains the God/Man even now.
Yes, somehow even in the present-day Heaven that could be an incorporeal realm. Even making intercession before the throne of God (Rom. 8:34). Even standing at the Fatherâs right hand (Acts 7:56). How does He do it? That part we donât know. Which leads to âŚ
Pastor and columnist Jared C. Wilson phrased it like this:
When Colossians 2:9 says, âFor in him the whole fullness of deity dwells bodily,â we know that the fullness of deity dwelled in fertilized ovum.
Will the Empire State Building occupy a doghouse? Will a killer whale fit inside an ant?
And here we are told that omnipotence, omniscience, omnipresence, utter eternalness and holiness dwelled in a tiny person. This makes Santa coming down a chimney seem a logistical cakewalk.
âThe head of all rule and authorityâ (Col. 2:10) had one of those jelly-necked wobbly baby heads. The government rested on his baby-fatted shoulders (Is. 9:6).
Such a truth strains our corporeal minds. Have you wondered about how this later worked?
Scripture doesnât tell us how. It only assures us, through Christâs example and in later works of doctrine, that Christ was both fully God and fully Man.
Maybe thatâs why Christmas over other holidays brings a unique wonder. Make no mistake, Good Friday and Easter matter. Yet only during Christmas do we celebrate the fact that, as Isaiah predicted in Isaiah 7:14, the Hero actually became God-with-us, Emmanuel.
A week and a half ago, Mike Duran provided a thought-provoking guest post. His contention that fiction is the wrong vehicle for theology generated a wonderful discussion, which I spent way too much of my writing time following. Rebecca LuElla Miller posted a rebuttal a few days later. But I didnât enter into either conversation because I needed time to craft a careful response.
Which Iâll attempt today.
As Rebecca suggested, the issue might have been muddied, in part, by confusion over definitions. Christian fiction is a marketing label with no substantive use beyond determining a bookâs target demographic. Terms like theology and body of doctrine, like beauty, seem to be in the eye of the beholder. So Iâll avoid the fuzzily defined and keep my feet on a solid, common ground.
When God used mortal men to record His supernaturally-breathed word, He chose a variety of personalities. Letâs start with Moses, a man of unrivaled humility (Numbers 12:3) who came to be the revered father of three major world religions.
The multi-faceted David wrote transcendent poetry with one hand and wielded a bloody sword with the other. A renowned leader of his nation, he could only watch, apparently helpless, as his family fell to pieces around him. He may have engaged in automatic writing (1 Chronicles 28:12, 19).
Ezra had the mind of a pragmatic lawyer. Nehemiah was a contentious, wild-eyed zealot (Nehemiah chapter 13, particularly v. 25). Solomonâs legendary wisdom was exceeded only by his monumental foolishness.
Jeremiah tended to cry a lot.
When he wasnât hallucinating by the river Chebar, Ezekiel was a performance artist (Ezekiel 4 & 5). As a teenager, Daniel was kidnapped and taken to a hostile country, but never lost his cool until confronted by visions.
Amos was a simple country boy with no religious education. Micah, by some accounts, was a punster (Micah 1:10-16).
Luke, a Gentile doctor turned journalist, covered the Jewish Messiahâs shanghaiing of world events.
Peter was a brash fisherman who had to learn everything the hard way.
You get the picture: different personalities delivered God’s message in a variety of ways to various audiencesâbut the message was the same.
Did Ezekiel tell Jeremiah to man up? (âDude. I didnât even cry when my wife died!â) Did Isaiah lecture Hosea about his choice of marriage partner? (âNo way, man. God would never tell you to hook up with a prostitute.â) Did Hosea suggest Amos quit being cutesy? Did Ezra take Nehemiah aside and advise him to lighten up?
If so, their discussions werenât recorded in the Scriptures. Human nature being what it is, though, I expect all these guys caught flak for doing what they did. For being the people God created them to be. Which is probably one reason Romans 14:4 warns us against judging another’s servant.
We Christians aren’t writing scripture these days. Now, we have a different task: to be a city on a hill, a light of hope in a dark, scarey world. We’re lamps fashioned by God’s own nail-scarred hand. We’re made of everyday clay (2 Corinthians 4:6-7) so people will be drawn to the light, not to the receptacle. But not every lamp has the same design. They donât all sit in one window or broadcast light in the same manner.
Again paraphrasing Paul, one person plants and another waters, but the fruit-production is up to God (1 Corinthians 3:7-8).
Seems to me the question is not whether fiction is the proper vehicle for theology. (Canât God use any vehicle?) More pertinent, I think, is whether Iâm a vessel fit for His use, filled with oil, wick trimmed, chimney clean, and ready to shine His light wherever, whenever, however, and toward whomever He wants to send it.
Iâm not saying we can blithely sit at our computers and plink out whatever kind of drivel makes us grin. This is a labor, and we must approach it with diligence, sweat, and prayer. But if our primary focus is our relationship with our Lord and our fitness for His use, Iâm pretty sure Heâll point us in the direction He wants us to go.
Here it is: the scene that marks a turning point in the careers of not only Bilbo Baggins, but author J.R.R. Tolkien. For this, unlike any other part of The Hobbit, is one the author himself chose to change â an author-originated âretcon,â to make it better fit The Lord of the Rings.
âDoes it guess easy? It must have a competition with us, my preciouss! If precious asks, and it doesn’t answer, we eats it, my preciousss. If it asks us, and we doesn’t answer, we gives it a present, gollum!â
Wait, what? Gollum actually offers Bilbo the Ring if the hobbit wins the riddle-game? Yes, he does. And readers before The Hobbitâs new edition might also have been confused to find:
(One simple-looking website best shows the changes, with a side-by-side comparison.)
Imagine if a modern filmmaker had made these kinds of changes, as a âgritty rebootâ of Gollum. What hue and cry might readers have raised? Rather, Tolkien beat any revisionist to the punch, and in a way that demonstrates something I have slowly realized about the classic fantasy author: in many ways, Tolkien is much more of a âmodernâ author than people credit him for â especially fantasy fans who like things classical and serious.
Either chapter version well shows Tolkienâs lighter side, even amidst a serious situation.
First, by the way, this also brings this reading-group series only one chapter away from the endpoint of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journeyâs adaptation of the story. Originally the film as a two-parter would have ended with the companyâs barrel-borne arrival in Laketown, a clear breaking point in the story (upon which Tolkien himself remarks). Now, however, the story will end at around the âOut of the Frying Pan into the Fireâ chapter, coming next.
Oh, and second, expected mostly-positive reviews are rolling in like said barrels. As I had mentioned last week, even the negative reviews only serve to reveal criticsâ ignorance or dislike for the story altogether â which can only serve to encourage lovers of Middle-earth.
We’re happy to announce that our new Tuesday columnist here at Spec Faith, starting a week from today, is Christopher Miller, co-author with his brother Allan of the Hunter Brown middle grade/young adult fantasy series (Warner Press).
You might remember that Christopher guest blogged for us not too long ago. If you missed those articles, take a moment now and read “You’re As Relevant As A Wimpy Mustache” and “Writers Slay Dragons (and you should too)”.
By way of reminder, Christopher is the balder half of the Miller Brothers writing duo, and is convinced that “his receding hairline is actually a solar panel for great ideas. While the science behind this phenomenon is sketchy (at best) one thing is undeniable â his mind is a veritable greenhouse of imaginative story ideas.” Heâs also the co-author of the newly released novel based on a video game and of a pair of childrenâs books. Heâs listed as one of the top 100 Twitter users in Washington State so you can likely find him there if you want to chat with or follow him – @millerbrother1. Or friend him on Facebook and follow him on YouTube.
Due to the common use of the same textual sources employed by Tolkien and [Richard] Wagner there are a large list of close parallels between The Lord of the Rings and the Der Ring des Nibelungen. Several critics have made the assumption that the novel was directly derived from Richard Wagnerâs operas.
Despite the similarities of his work to the Volsunga saga and the Nibelungenlied, which were the basis for Richard Wagnerâs opera series, Tolkien dismissed criticsâ direct comparisons to Wagner, telling his publisher, âBoth rings were round, and there the resemblance ceases.â According to Humphrey Carpenterâs biography of Tolkien, the author held Wagnerâs interpretation of the relevant Germanic myths in contempt.
In the contrary sense, some critics hold that Tolkienâs work borrows so liberally from Wagner that Tolkienâs work exists in the shadow of Wagnerâs.
J.R.R. Tolkien, derivative? So those critics claimed.
I find that to be thoroughly ironic because the great accusation against writers of high fantasy today is that their work is derivative, a mere shadow of, you guessed it, J.R.R. Tolkien.
While Tolkien denied taking his ideas from Wagner, he did not hesitant to mention others who influenced him such as William Morris, H. Rider Haggardâs novel She, and S. R. Crockettâs historical novel The Black Douglas.
So whatâs the difference between derivative work and that which has come under the influence of another?
Whether Tolkien mentioned it or not, his work bears clear markings of Finnish, Anglo-Saxon, and Norse mythology. Some think thereâs even a dose of Celtic mythology, though Tolkien claimed a distaste for those works.
But âderivedâ? Only the similarities to Wagner seem to have stirred this accusation?
Maybe the easiest way to come at this would be to identify what did not illicit the derivative accusation.
1. Including mythical creatures such as elves and dwarfs.
2. A fictive world pitting good versus evil.
3. Similarities between Hobbits and the âtable highâ characters in Edward Wyke-Smithâs work.
4. Monsters apparently influenced by such works as Beowulf.
5. A paraphrased Anglo-Saxon poem as an illustration of the poetry of one people group in Tolkienâs fantasy world.
6. An adapted Shakespearean scene.
7. Intentional imitation of Morrisâs prose, style, and approach.
8. Borrowed setting elements such as Mirkwood and the Dead Marshes.
If none of these earned Tolkien the accusation of derivative, what then, qualifies as such?
the accusation that a work is derivative seems to be leveled at fantasy more than at stories in other genres. When was the last time, for instance, that you heard someone criticize a romance for being derivative? Never mind that category romances, for years, followed a strict structure that was taught as necessary for the success of a novel.
I suppose, rather than âderivativeâ these works are considered formulaic, but didnât they derive from one original work that contained the elements that have since become requisite to romance?
Still, I find it odd that fantasy similarly canât fall into an easy formula and be acceptable, despite Joseph Campbellâs Heroâs Journey. Rather, fantasy that cuts too close to an established work is labeled derivative, and this accusation is the kiss of death. Itâs a wonder that Lord of the Rings became so successful once the derivative accusation began to swirl around Tolkien.
What exactly was it that brought the criticism, since it wasnât setting, imaginative creatures, plot points, people groups, poetry, names, prose or style?
I suggest, in the case of Lord of the Rings, critics saw similarities with the central premise in Wagnerâs Der Ring des Nibelungen:
The plot revolves around a magic ring that grants the power to rule the world
– Wikipedia
Add to this that the ring was cursed, enslaving whoever would possess it, and you have strikingly similar central plot points. Discussion swirls around the idea that the similarities exist because Tolkien and Wagner drew from the same influences. Yet some scholars cling to the belief that Tolkien knowingly âborrowedâ Wagnerâs core concept.
Interestingly, some fantasy is intentionally derivative. I think of Bryan Davisâs Raising Dragons derives intentionally from the legend of King Arthur and Stephen Lawheadâs King Raven Trilogy from the Robin Hood myth. However, both, in unique ways, twist familiar stories in such a way that they become unique.
The accusation of âderivativeâ is not used in such instances. Instead, it seems to be reserved for works that either model themselves after another work (which is what Christopher Paolini seems to be accused of) or those that utilize someone elseâs unique development (science fiction that employs Star Trek technology and lingo, for instance).
In some cases, it seems as if critics are simply weary of stories with tropes such as good versus evil, at least ones that represent good as good and evil as evil. Normally bad vampires, as good seem to be all the rage, but then the Twilight books are hardly high fantasy.
I guess my point is this: the accusation of âderivativeâ has been around since Tolkien first made fantasy literature a thing of its own. Does the mere suggestion that a story is similar to some other source mean it does not have merit? I think millions of Lord of the Ring readers would say otherwise.
First posted at A Christian Worldview of Fiction November 2009