Thursday, March 24, 2022

An Essay I Had Forgotten Writing

The Tolkien Puzzle: J.R.R. Tolkien: A Biography by Humphrey Carpenter, Inquiry, December 19, 1977, pp. 20-21[1]


The success of J.R.R. Tolkien is a puzzle, for it is difficult to  imagine a less contemporary writer. He was a Catholic, a conservative, and a scholar in a field-philology-that many of his readers had never heard of. The Lord of the Rings fitted no familiar category; its success virtually created the field of “adult fantasy.” Yet it sold millions of copies, and there are tens, perhaps hundreds, of thousands of readers who find Middle Earth a more important part of their internal landscape than any other creation of human art, and who know the pages of The Lord of the Rings the way some Christians know the Bible.

Humphrey Carpenter’s recent Tolkien: A Biography, published by Houghton Mifflin, is a careful study of Tolkien’s life, including such parts of his internal life as are accessible to the biographer. His admirers will find it well worth reading. We learn details, for instance, of Tolkien’s intense, even sensual love for language; by the time he entered Oxford, he knew not only French, German, Latin, and Greek, but Anglo-Saxon, Gothic and Old Norse. He began inventing languages for the sheer pleasure of it and when he found that a language requires a history and a people to speak it he began inventing them too. The language was Quenya, the people were the elves. And we learn, too, some of the sources of his intense pessimism, of his feeling that the struggle against evil is desperate and almost hopeless and all victories at best temporary.

Carpenter makes no attempt to explain his subject’s popularity but he provides a few clues, the most interesting of which is Tolkien’s statement of regret that the English had no mythology of their own and that at one time he had hoped to create one for them, a sort of English Kalevala. That attempt became The Silmarillion, which was finally published this fall, three years after the author’s death; its enormous sales confirm Tolkien’s continuing popularity. One of the offshoots of The Silmarillion was The Lord of the Rings.

What is the hunger that Tolkien satisfies? George Orwell described the loss of religious belief as the amputation of the soul and suggested that the operation, while necessary, had turned out to be more than a simple surgical job. That comes close to the point, yet the hunger is not precisely for religion, although it is for something religion can provide. It is the hunger for a moral universe, a universe where, whether or not God exists, whether or not good triumphs over evil, good and evil are categories that make sense, that mean something. To the fundamental moral question “why should I do (or not do) something,” two sorts of answers can be given. One answer is “the reason you feel you should do this thing is because your society has trained you (or your genes compel you) to feel that way.” But that answers the wrong question. I do not want to know why I feel that I should do something; I want to know why (and whether) I should do it. Without an answer to that second question all action is meaningless. The intellectual synthesis in which most of us have been reared — liberalism, humanism, whatever one may call it — answers only the first question. It may perhaps give the right answer but it is the wrong question.

The Lord Of The Rings is a work of art, not a philosophical treatise; it offers, not a moral argument, but a world in which good and evil have a place, a world whose pattern affirms the existence of answers to that second question, answers that readers, like the inhabitants of that world, understand and accept. It satisfies the hunger for a moral pattern so successfully that the created world seems to many more real, more right, than the world about them.

Does this mean, as Tolkien’s detractors have often said, that everything in his books is black and white? If so, then a great deal of literature, including all of Shakespeare, is black and white. Nobody in Hamlet doubts that poisoning your brother in order to steal his wife and throne is bad, not merely imprudent or antisocial. But the existence of black and white does not deny the existence of intermediate shades; gray can be created only if black and white exist to be mixed. Good and evil exist in Tolkien’s work, but his characters are no more purely good or purely evil than are Shakespeare’s.

One illustration of this, and one of the richnesses of The Lord of the Rings, is the variety of patterns of temptation and redemption woven through the book. The satanic enemy, Sauron, “was not always evil”; he is apparently, like Lucifer, a fallen angel. Gollum, a twisted being with a taste for anything (or anyone) he can sneak up behind, gradually develops into a character for whom the reader feels sympathy and even affection and comes within a hairbreadth of being redeemed. Boromir yields to the temptation of the ring, tries to take it by force, fails, repents, and dies bravely, fighting to protect his weaker companions. His father, Denethor, yields not to the desire for power but to despair, killing himself in the belief that the city over which he is Steward has lost its long struggle with Sauron, at the very instant when in fact the tide has turned. To balance him there is his ally Theoden, who rises from age and despair to fight and die, with honor and glory, outside the walls of the same city. Many more examples could be given; for all Tolkien’s characters, human or nonhuman, diabolic or semidivine, free will is a constant reality and the potential for both good and evil always present.

Is The Lord of the Rings religious? Yes and no. There is a religious pattern but it is kept far in the background; there are no churches, no priests, no organized religion of any kind. So far as I can remember, the only direct reference to God is in the appendix. And while it is clear enough that certain characters are more than human, precisely what they are is left deliberately vague.

God, or the gods, cannot intervene often and openly in human affairs without being reduced, as in Homer, to being merely humans with supernatural powers or reducing the plot to a series of dei ex machinis. But there is a more fundamental reason why Tolkien does not clarify the “religious” background of his world. In “On Fairy Stories,” an extraordinary essay written some years before The Lord of the Rings was published, Tolkien discussed the enchanted realm of Faery. If we understood entirely how the magic of Faery worked it would no longer be Faery but only a peculiar, perhaps imaginary, corner of our cold world. Tolkien’s task is precisely the opposite. “Faery contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons: it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread.” By showing us the walking forest of Fangorn and the stars over Kirith Ungol, Tolkien seeks to give back to stars and trees some part of that beauty and mystery that is by right theirs.

Whatever its purpose for Tolkien, the remoteness of religion in The Lord of the Rings strengthens its effect for us. A story set in the Catholic world in which Tolkien undoubtedly believed would not have moved us so deeply, although that world is as much a moral universe as Middle Earth. We all know that the Pope is not infallible, that priests have no supernatural powers, that Catholicism is a superstition of uneducated or self-deceiving people. These things may or may not be true, but we know them. Catholicism, indeed Christianity, is part of our world, and a part that has been, for most of us, debunked. Tolkien’s friends and contemporaries, C. S. Lewis and Charles Williams, wrote stories set in the modern world as seen by a believing Christian; they seem more fantastic than Tolkien’s and less believable.

I have now given at least a partial answer to the puzzle of Tolkien’s success. We hunger for meaning, value, pattern, a universe that, morally speaking, makes sense. One of the functions of religion is to satisfy that hunger. For most of us, whatever church we do or do not attend, religion is dead and we are starving. We attempt to fill the void, often with patterns less sophisticated and less plausible than those we have abandoned — political crusades, environmental fanaticism, Hare Krishna. Tolkien gives us instead what we desperately want, in the form of an imaginative creation of great power and subtlety. Escape, as Tolkien has himself written, is not necessarily a bad thing; it depends on what you are escaping from. But he intended his work to be more than merely a fantasy within which one takes refuge from the real world. He intended it rather as a vehicle for what he called recovery, a way in which, through the imaginative creation, we could see the nature of the world in which we live, a world both beautiful and perilous. Tolkien did not, of course, believe that the accidents of the world he had created were literally true, despite the loving scholarship he lavished on them. Nor was he in any sense writing allegory. Rather he tried to create a world which was in its essence true, and through which we could see our own world, not as custom and stale familiarity taught us to see it, but as he believed it to be.

[1] This is a very old article of mine that I found on the Inquiry Archive of the Unz Review. I have edited it lightly, mostly by the removal of surplus commas.



Trey said...

Your lack of comprehension is surely due to your lack of faith. Tolkien is completely comprehensible to those of faith, even simplistic.

Anonymous said...

I think you're mistaking character development and a lack of a Calvinist sensibility for a dismissal of "black and white" reasoning.

I have other quibbles, but they're just that. Otherwise, interesting take.

William H. Stoddard said...

I read, years and years ago, Tolkien's story of saying to a friend (whom I believe to have been C.S. Lewis, as Lewis somewhere tells a similar story from the other side), "All right, let's grant that the Gospels are a fairy story. Is there any fairy story that it would give you more joy to discover to be true?" That one seems to have sold Lewis. But if I were asked it, now, I would say, "Yes, Mr. Tolkien, there is: Your own story of Middle-Earth, from the Elder Days to the War of the Ring." Of course that sentiment would probably apall Tolkien . . .

On the other hand, I have just reread That Hideous Strength (it's one of this years finalists for the Libertarian Futurist Society's Hall of Fame), and while it's not the equal of Tolkien's work, it does speak to me. I particularly love the passage where the planetary intelligences are descending to inhabit Merlin's body, and when Venus arrives, Lewis tells us that she is Charity, "ready to die, ready to kill." That passage goes through me like an arrow.

David R. Henderson said...

Great review that I missed at the time.

I love this passage:
But that answers the wrong question. I do not want to know why I feel that I should do something; I want to know why (and whether) I should do it.

Jonathan said...

Speaking for myself, I come from a non-religious family, so religion isn't something I miss or hunger for: it's something I grew up quite happily without, and I don't miss it at all. I evaluate The Lord of the Rings simply as a fantasy story among other fantasy stories, and I think it's a pretty good one, although I could criticize some aspects of it. It's naturally rather old-fashioned, being written by a man born in 1892 and in the style of old mythology.

I was rather surprised, on seeing Peter Jackson's films, to be frequently irritated by deviations from the original story, where I felt that Tolkien's plot details were generally better chosen than those in the film script. So, funnily enough, the films gave me a better respect for the book.

tibor said...

I was at first confused by the style in which the essay was written, it didn't seem like your writing David, more "school-like" or "dry academic" perhaps? Then I went back to see the date when your wrote it. Interesting how someone's style can change over time (I prefer your current style :)).

As for the content - I grew up in the 90s and early 20s in a post-communist Czech Republic (Czechoslovakia first, but I don't remember that), one of the most atheist countries in the world. I had basically no introduction to the Bible apart from a few simplified stories like that of Job (which I found horrible as a child). I learned more about the gods of ancient Greeks through Iliad and Odyssey (also a simplified version for kids, it wasn't in verse and was illustrated). Slightly later (in my tweens), I read LOTR (even Silmarillion, mostly because it was the only book I had on me when I was in a hospital for a week) but for me it was the Greek mythology which replaced the spot normally reserved for the Christian mythology in more religious countries (or families) to a point of seeing it as a "moral compass" of sorts (which is a bit weird given how the Greek gods behave but it was a bit simpler in my version for kids and in my interpretation Odysseus was clearly the hero (kind of functioning for me in the "what would Odysseus do?" way). I don't think there were any clear antagonists in my view, so I guess I didn't really need a story of good versus evil (I definitely saw it as very cruel for but somehow I figured that Odysseus was the only sensible person in all of that mess and Athena was the divine representation is that sense (although I know I had problems accepting the fact that she sent snakes to silence Laocoon, also killing his sons for good measure, that just seemed cruel to me).

I wonder if Tolkien could have had the same effect on me had i read it first. It could have, but I read (the kids version of) Illiad and Odyssey when I was 8 or 9 and I'd have needed a simplified version of LOTR (with illustrations!) at that age, otherwise I would have likely lost interest in the very descriptive and old fashioned style of writing of Tolkien.

Anonymous said...

David, what a fascinating life you've led - Bobbo

Tibor said...

Uh, I should have read the message before posting it. I made some edits which now make part of it kind of nonsensical. In particular the "I definitely saw it as very cruel for" is not supposed to be there.

David Friedman said...

I think my younger son was seven or eight when he read _Lord of the Rings_ and very much enjoyed it. I would have been nine or ten when I read it — I had to wait for the second volume to be published.

If that was what you were reading early you might have developed a different taste in prose style.

Tibor said...

David: I guess that might be true. I am sure I would not be able to read the non-simiplified version of the Illiad at that age though :-)

I did like LOTR when I read it which was when I was about 13, but not quite as much as for example the Sapkowski's Witcher books (at that time it only had a Czech, German and perhaps Russian or French translations, the English one only came after the success of the computer games many years later).

Of course Sapkowski would never have written those books without Tolkien writing LOTR first (although Sapkowski also used the Celtic folklore as a direct inspiration, among other things like the Grimm brothers' fairytales and Polish foklore).