In Tolkien’s Shadow

In Tolkien’s Shadow





As Tolkien wrote to Milton Waldman in 1951:





Inspiration Or Plagiarism?

All of which rambling brings me to the point of this article. Why then, given all of the above, has it been necessary for so many other later authors, right up to the present day, to rummage around in Tolkien’s wardrobe, to steal his clothes, and then parade around in them pretending that they are their own? We know they are not yours, we can see they don’t fit you, and only the most idiotic amongst us is stupid enough to believe otherwise.

Chief offenders (if for no other reason that they are the most successful) are Terry Brooks in his ‘Shannara’ series and Robert Jordan in his ‘Wheel of Time’ books.

In the 1977 ‘Swords of Shannara’ Brooks took large chunks of the masterplan set by Tolkien in the Lord of the Rings (a group of diverse companions on a journey across a land beset by war from dark forces, one of whom is destined to overcome the enemy force), changed a few names, rearranged a few of the incidences and particulars of the story, but largely left everything else (including the characters) intact and then presented it as a new work of Fantasy. The book was clearly a Tolkien clone of the most outrageous kind and to add insult to injury the awfulness of his writing remains second to none – it isn’t even a well written rip-off. Respected Fantasy critic and writer Lin Carter described Brooks’ novel as ‘the single most cold-blooded, complete rip-off of another book that I have ever read’. Though Brooks moved away in later sequels from his LTR ‘inspired by’, he never strayed very far from the original route and his ‘Shannara’ books remain the worse examples of writers copying Tolkien without understanding Tolkien.

A slightly less offensive transgressor is the late Robert Jordan, who in his never-ending ‘Wheel of Time’ books borrowed not just from Tolkien but pretty much every great (or more accurately successful) Fantasy or Sci-Fi epic out there (the ‘inspirations’ from Frank Herbert’s ‘Dune’ are obvious). Yet again, Jordan, by drawing so liberally from the ideas and concepts of others ended up bastardising those things, hammering rounds pegs into square holes with gay abandon – and not an ounce of good taste or literary ability. For many Jordan’s death came as a relief, not for an end to his seemingly limitless ability to clone other people’s imaginations, but a relief from seeing so many of his poorly written novels groaning on bookshop shelves – there must be dozens of the damn things, waiting like spiders to jump on any poor fanboy or girl foolish enough to stray too close.

Of course the whole setting of High Fantasy (to use the awful phrase popularised by L. Sprague de Camp and other Californian based Fantasy writers in the 1970s) has now become so firmly set in stone it is very hard to break free of it. Even slightly more talented, and imaginative, writers like David Eddings, Terry Goodkind and Raymond Feist followed more or less the same templates set out by Tolkien, while completely failing to understand why those templates were there in the first place.

Masters Of Fantasy

Elves, dwarves, goblins, wizards, witches humans and halflings, mysterious lands and lost cities have become the stock of the Fantasy genre. Of course they’ve always been there. Our very own Anglo-Irish aristocrat Lord Dunsany was doing it long before Tolkien, as was William Morris, George MacDonald and others. Even (self-proclaimed) Irish-American writer Robert E. Howard was doing it with his Conan stories. All served as inspirations for Tolkien, so it wasn’t a case of reinventing the wheel.

However the difference is that Tolkien went back to the source materials, with a specific purpose and a specific respect. He set out to create a mythology for England on par with that of Ireland or Greece, but instead his mythology outgrew his imagination and became a free standing body of legends in its own right. Yet the primeval inspirations are there, free to see. Tolkien’s Elves are not those of the likes of Brooks or Jordan. They are closer to the originals of European history and legend: the Vanir and Aesir of Scandinavian Mythology, the Tuatha Dé Danann and Aos Sí of Irish Mythology. Yet, as more and more writers look to Tolkien and his successors for inspiration the result is ever weaker clones of the original, like faded photocopies of some earlier work, copied over and over again until the original is lost and all we are left with is a meaningless grey smudge.

If I want to read about High Elves and Longbeard Dwarves, or Little People or Talking Tress, I’ll turn to the ‘Hobbit’ of the ‘Lord of the Rings’. If I want mysterious sisterhoods of witches I’ll try ‘Dune’ (or even Andre Norton’s’ ‘Witch World’ books). But otherwise, authors and publishers try a little more imagination and little less inspiration.

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After writing this article I made a contribution to an article discussing contemporary Fantasy literature and Tolkien over on that reads:
‘The problem with JRR Tolkien’s ‘new mythology’ is that whole chunks of it, along with much of the ‘feel’ and ‘spirit’ of his legendarium, was lifted straight from Irish Mythology and Folklore, despite Tolkien’s many strident denials. And I say this as someone who would class himself as a ‘fan’ (though, obviously, not an uncritical one). Tolkien, like most British people of his era, had something of a love/hate relationship with Ireland. He visited the country several times while working as an external examiner with various Irish universities, yet he never freed himself from the mixed feelings of prejudice and assumed superiority that has forever plagued Irish-British relations. On one hand he had a sort of paternal condescension for the Irish people (or at least some of them, as he darkly intoned) but this was coupled with some very odd views about the inherently evil nature of the island of Ireland – which by implication permeated some of its inhabitants. Perhaps it was the natural outcome of the ‘Little Englander’ in Tolkien that was unable to reconcile Ireland’s former position as a colonial possession of the United Kingdom with the independence gained through revolution in the period from 1916-1923 (and beyond). Some British people still find that galling even now.
Tolkien grew up in a society permeated with anti-Irish racism and prejudice, and though he was certainly no racist he was still very much a product of his time (though far more enlightened than many). Reading his letters and writings a very strong feeling of envy, jealously even, is to be found whenever he touches upon aspects of Ireland’s vast literary and mythological past, the likes of which England simply could not compare (or compete) with. Tolkien paradoxically dismissed much of English folklore while at the same desperately trying to reconstruct the myths behind it, with a ready eye to the traditions of the Germanic peoples, from Germany itself to Scandinavia and beyond. But he never found anything that satisfied or fit his grand, unified vision for a legendarium for the English people. Yet in Ireland such a legendarium already existed, with a vast many-layered body of history, literature, poetry and folklore supporting it, woven into the very landscape of the country: every mountain, every river, every plain had its story or place in some other story. Is it any wonder that Tolkien looked westwards, rather than east or south, for inspiration and that later he greeted the obvious parallels drawn by others (especially in the Celtic nations) with such anger?Fantasy, like any other work of art, is as much about the artist or the times he or she lives in as anything else. We get the Fantasy that we deserve? Or that we need?’

1 comment on “In Tolkien’s Shadow

  1. Jams O'Donnell

    On the nail.




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