Well, all those are good things, of course, but are just problems to me. *sour smile*
I have learned how to read on songs of my people, epic poetry, some of the songs going around for more than 200 years before getting written down in 19th century, so you can be sure that when it comes to epic, I KNOW epic! I can appreciate symbolism of fantastic elements (for example, hero’s wife burning the wings of his winged horse to betray him; hero’s sword hands losing strength when he cuts through his enemies and realises that he’s all alone on the battlefield, that he’s brothers and cousins have died there and only their horses remain, riderless) . I can appreciate oral tradition, because, historically speaking, very small part of general population knew how to read and write.... But there’s my problem with it.
When I’m reading a book, I’m reading a book. I’m not singing a two hundred pages long epic (which I did once), I’m not reading it to anyone else but me (or even reading it aloud), I’m not listening to anyone reading it to me. No, I’m reading a book.
Line on the page, eyes, brain.
There’s no throat or tongue involved (at least not after I was about eight or nine) and there certainly aren’t any ears. It’s not a movie, it’s not a theatre, it’s not a reading/song on mp3. It’s a book. And you (or at least me
) expect certain things from the book, things other mediums do not have. Things Hobbit and Silmarilion almost completely lacked and LOTR had very little of, just a few handfuls.
Somehow, I’ve found epicness sorely lacking in Hobbit, and sort of epicness oversaturation in Silmarilion.
In “The Hobbit”, good guys find two (supposedly) badass swords. Swords are given badass sounding names, and we are told that thousands and thousands of Orcs were slain by each sword and that the swords themselves were worn by many elven heroes (no names given for one of them). And I know I should be in awe on that information and party certainly is, yet I am not. I feel as if certain convention of epicness wasn’t respected, wasn’t completely followed to its natural conclusion.
Why? ‘Cause I don’t know what makes those swords awesome. Do they have magical gems in their hilts? Were they made from thunderbolt iron? Do they have magic runs/painted eyes on their blades? What do those runes do in battle, except for looking cool? Were those swords made by Aratemly, son of ancient dwarf King Glodan, who also made Galadriel’s battle armour, Lohiel’s sword and helm and also iron chains from which Great Horn of Minas Tyrith hangs? Hell, that description alone would have made them badass and epic. Too bad it doesn’t show up in the books, though. :-|.
I also like word plays, written puns even, and partial medium of Pratchett ( to wit: “He could think in italics and such people need watching out, for they can do just about anything.” or “It was gilt by association.”), I like the books not taking ‘themselves’ seriously...
And when I read a book that IS taking itself seriously, I actually expect it to show something for it... or at least turns around at the end and say “Ah, all of this was just a joke all along.” When it doesn’t, I feel vaguely disappointed.
As I said before, I think I know epic when I see it. When the writer/singer describes hero as:
“He has a sword with eyes on the blade, blade that never sleeps or misses, no enemy can stand it or sneak behind him, he is not afraid of anyone but gods themselves.” that’s sort of epic.
Especially when you add that he has a flying horse that can jump/fly over walls of HIS city and castle, all of it said in sing-song ‘bardish’ voice... Well, it’s definitely right in the middle of epic expectations. And, when he takes a quarter of enemy army even without aforementioned sword... well, then we have a proverbial fantasy hero.
The Hobbit lacks it. Silmarilion goes to the other side, passes epicness horizon and never stops going. I won’t write much about it, I’ll just say its all epic and myth, with a little story in between. As it should be, since it IS mythology book about creation of world and start of evil.
I personally think it is medium evolution, just the same as with film. First movies were simple, of people driving bicycles, jumping up and down, trains getting into station, etc. For someone who had never seen one in their whole life, they produced a sense of wonder and awe. Then that sense of wonder passed and you needed a (simple) story in the movie, a reason to watch it. Then the sound came and the colour afterwards, giving more tools to tell the (now more complicated) story. Then came special effects and they were used to advance the story further. Finally, CGI animation came along and then 3D animation and Hollywood studios forgot about the story and are still trying to ride awe and wonder 3D creates (for now)
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I know this might sound harsh to most people on this thread, but Hobbit (and LOTR and Silmarilion) was like a black and white soundless movie (and sixties colour movie, and forties western, respectively) to me. And I can’t shake a feeling that most people here are not objective (btw, I know I’m not, for the reasons explained in this and my previous posts), for one simple reason: it was the first fantasy book you’ve ever read.
You went to the movie theatre for the first time, saw the black and white train getting into station and it produced real feelings, real wonder and awe (or maybe saw original King Kong, as an example. It makes no differences, since the comparison still stands.) And then comes me that has seen metaphorical “Blown with the wind” as his first movie and “Terminator 2” as his second... and belittles your first experience, without knowing what he does wrong.
Or maybe tarnishes your childhood memories, I don’t know. I just know that no offence was meant or intended on my part and that this turns out to be very interesting discussion. Discussion about what could be considered classics and are certainly different tastes.
Sorry for another enormous post, by the way.