I am reading The Lord of the Rings again. This is the second time I’ve read it, the first being about 20 years ago when I was 12 or so.
At that time, I wasn’t very widely read, and hadn’t read anything that was longer than a hundred pages. Somehow I picked up my brother’s copy of LotR and ended up captivated by the Hobbits’ journeys.
However, there were parts of it that were a bit much for me - all the battle scenes confused me - I couldn’t remember who was who, there was the whole political aspect and historical detail that made my head spin. So I skipped those bits and just read the Sam and Frodo adventure. I enjoyed those parts very much at the time, and it sparked a lifelong interest in Fantasy Adventure tales.
Since then I have read many many more fantasy books, but no more Tolkien (except for The Hobbit once). I have come to recognise that, in Fantasy, I still continue to dislike such factors as:
- long unpronounceable character names with heaps of apostrophes, to the point where I can’t differentiate one character from another
- too much political intrigue and corruption
- huge complicated battles with detailed strategy descriptions
- soppy romance (a la Melanie Rawn)
- explicitly described gratuitously violent acts committed by the good guys
Here I am now, twenty years older and more familiar with the genre. The LotR movies will start to be released starting from December this year. I wanted to be prepared and I was curious about the book again - and most of all, I wanted to read the whole thing this time.
It’s considered not just a classic novel, but THE classic of the genre. It’s lauded as one of the best books ever written. It has overwhelming popularity, and obsessive fans. It has had more posthumous sequels/accompaniments written than is surely physically possible.
But you know what? It’s not really very good.
I’ve almost reached the part where they get to Rivendell. That’s almost the end of Book One. And the pacing is awful, the writing is stilted, the characters are dull, the journey is uneventful, and Tom Bombadil is annoying as all get-out.
I seem to recall it gets better from here on in, with more character interaction, more interesting locations to traverse, and more dangerous events occurring - but if his writing is at all consistent in style, I’m gonna fall asleep.
Is it that I’m too used to modern Fantasy writing? Is it that I didn’t grow up enjoying these books like others did? Is it because I tend to dislike what other people do like (I’m a bit unusual that way)? Or am I accurate in my observation, and other people overlook the flaws that I’ve noticed just because obsession tends to be all-encompassing and blinding?
What do others think of this book?