Thursday, January 29, 2026

The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien (1954)



This book is like The Seven Samurai except there are nine of them and they aren't samurai and they're defending the entire world instead of just a village. This is the book that introduced everybody in the Sixties to the idea of Lembas wafers and probably hobbits and almost certainly balrogs. It probably also made a lot of people cognizant of the amount of hair on their toes. I hardly have any and I always felt ashamed that I wasn't more hobbit-like, even if I walk about a mile every morning to get coffee and tea while barefoot.

I think Popeye's biscuits are probably what Lembas wafers tasted like and I also think the movie The Hangover was based on this book.

If you like books about traveling through exotic locations that are entirely fictional while an elf and a dwarf become the closest of friends, this is the book for you!

Spoiler: Some people think this is a book about how even the smallest and seemingly most inconsequential people can do extraordinarily good things to change the world while potentially sacrificing everything. But I think it's a tragic love story between a misshapen bug-eyed monster and a ring. How come nobody's written a musical from Gollum's point of view yet? I suppose it's because he's already too sympathetic. Better to write stories about characters who are so bad that you would be praised for your hot take showing how they're actually sympathetic characters caught up in a terrible world who maybe made bad decisions because of the way other people treated them. Or to show how a monster is just, you know, protecting his mom from a bunch of drunk jerks constantly partying at their log cabin.

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