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☘️ A small house from my 2021 postcard calendar ☘️
THE BEAUTY OF THE HOUSE IS IMMEASURABLE; ITS KINDNESS INFINITE
part of a comic that i will never finish!!!!! the thing that i loved most about this book was piranesi himself, and his sense of wonder and his deep love for the labyrinthine house he lives in <3
Tolkien started rewriting the Hobbit in the style of LotR, but what I really want is the Silmarillion in the style of the Hobbit.
In a hole in the fabric of the universe there lived a god.
Now, this was not one of those minor gods of bedtime stories or petty wars for heaven; this was the One God, all-loving and all-knowing, who created the world – only he hadn’t created the world just yet, which is why he was sitting in a hole in the fabric of the universe.
PLEASE GO ON
“A Silmaril! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about them, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tragedy. Oaths and kinslaying sprouted up all over the place wherever they went, in the most extraordinary fashion.”
“This is a story of how the children of Húrin had an adventure, and found themselves doing and saying things altogether unexpected.”
“The killing of the Beleg Strongbow, by his own sword in the dark of Taur-nu-Fuin, made a great difference to Mr. Turambar. He felt a different person, and much more full of madness and despair, as he fled into the darkness and chose a new name- Agarwaen.”
“Morgoth came forth far quicker than Fingolfin had expected. He was frightfully angry. Quite apart from the challenge, no Maia ever likes being called one whom earth and heaven abhors, and of course monstruous craven lord is insulting to anybody.”
“Then something Fëanor-ish woke up inside of his sons, and they wished to go and lay claim to the Silmaril, and to throw down Dior son of Beren, and raid the gold-filled caves of Doriath, and go kinslaying again.”
It puzzles me when people cite LOTR as the standard of “simple” or “predictable” or “black and white” fantasy. Because in my copy, the hero fails. Frodo chooses the Ring, and it’s only Gollum’s own desperation for it that inadvertently saves the day. The fate of the world, this whole blood-soaked war, all the millennia-old machinations of elves and gods, comes down to two addicts squabbling over their Precious, and that is precisely and powerfully Tolkien’s point.
And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodo’s last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again.
And it’s not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil.
“I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I’m naked in the dark. There’s nothing–no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.”
So where’s this silly shallow hippie fever-dream I’ve heard so much about? It sounds like a much lesser story than the one that actually exists.
+1 You know how Frodo leaves Sam with the legacy of the quest - the job of bearing witness to what happened - and the duty to finish and protect his writings? Tolkien lost all but one of his friends in WW1. He was founder member of a literary club at school - the TCBS. There was a larger group and a core of four. They all stayed friends, they kept writing and sharing their work with each other. And they were almost all killed. One of them, Geoffrey Smith, wrote this to Tolkien in 1916. My chief consolation is that if I am scuppered tonight – I am off on duty in a few minutes – there will still be left a member of the great T.C.B.S. to voice what I dreamed and what we all agreed upon. […] May God bless you my dear John Ronald and may you say things I have tried to say long after I am not there to say them if such be my lot. And that was his last letter. There’s something eerie about the way he seems to have pegged Tolkien as an eventual survivor. Sam’s survival (and his emergence as the true hero of the book) are beautiful because they’re suffused with loss, because they’re not the grand conquering heroic narrative that on some level was “supposed” to happen.
Tolkien possibly only survived because he got trench fever - a particularly nasty disease carried by lice - and got sent home because he was desperately ill. Considering how the rest of his unit fared, it probably saved his life. Unpleasant and unglamorous, but if not for that, we wouldn’t have LOTR. I’m sure survivor’s guilt was a factor - as was a sickening sense of dread when “The War to End All Wars” didn’t, and his son went off to WWII.
TLOTR has some of the type of valorization of war that you find in the Old Norse and Anglo-Saxon literature that JRRT loved and studied and taught because he loved that style and it’s deeply fitting for cultures like the Rohirrim, but it’s also full of the slog of war, the waste and tragedy, and the irrevocable damage that even victorious survivors carry for the rest of their lives. Frodo’s symbolic “death” is also resonant for survivors of what was called “shell-shock” then and PTSD now.
I mean, it’s not Game of Thrones. It’s not gritty in the same way. But the protagonist of LOTR was minor gentry from a backwater nobody’d heard of, and the REAL hero who saved the world by saving him was his gardener. All the great kings and queens and lords and ladies in the story are background characters compared to the story of the little people. Literally little people, but symbolically too.
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“And the thing about the doe was this. She looked alive. As anything will in the half light. As even lawn statues will. I was going to say as even children playing a game of statues will, But of course they are alive. Though sometimes A person pretending to be a statue seems farther gone in death Than a statue does. Or to put it another way, Death seems to be the living thing, the thing That looks out through the eyes.”
— Brigit Pegeen Kelly, “All Wild Animals Were Once Called Deer,” published in The Massachusetts Review
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“Oh the house of denial has thick walls and very small windows and whoever lives there, little by little, will turn to stone.”
— Mary Oliver, from Hum, Hum in “A Thousand Mornings” (via adrasteiax)
Awe inspiring Oarai Kamiiso no Torii (Sea god Gate of Oarai). Locations like this one truly makes you feel so small in a big fantastic world
Okay guys, for writing/general reference, a bit about what a ‘blacksmith’ is and isn’t:
A blacksmith is a generalist, a person who uses tools and fire to work iron. Some blacksmiths work more specifically, so you get, say, an architectural blacksmith, who focuses more or less exclusively on things like gates, rails, fences, or an artist blacksmith, who makes wacky sculptures or what have you. These days, though, that’s a pretty blurry line. ‘Blacksmith’ is a pretty damn broad term, but it’s nowhere near broad enough to cover everything encompassed in ‘metalworker’, which is how I often see it used. There are a LOT of different skills for working metal, and no one knows them all. Some other terms:
A farrier shoes horses. They may make the shoes, or they may buy them and then size them, but they actually do the shoeing. Unless the blacksmith is also a farrier, they don’t know shit about horses’ hooves and are not qualified to deal with them and probably don’t want to.
A blacksmith works IRON, usually almost exclusively. They might work with bronze or do a bit of brazing, but those are really separate skillsets. If you work, say, tin and/or pewter, you are in fact a whitesmith. You could also be a silversmith or a coppersmith, and so on.
Knifemakers and swordsmiths have their own highly specialized and fairly complex specialties, and usually a blacksmith wouldn’t mess with that unless they want to pick up a new skillset or if they’re really the only game going for a long way around. By the same token, a swordsmith might never have learned the more general blacksmithing skills. They’re not the same thing is what I’m trying to say here. Likewise armorers. There’s overlap but it’s not the same thing.
If you make metal items via molds and casting, you work at a foundry and are a foundryman.
Look, when metalworkers and individual shops and masters were the height of industry, this shit got REALLY specific. There were people who spent their whole lives making pins. Just pins. Foundries specialized and made only bells, only cannon, only cauldrons, etc. This is scratching the surface, I just wanted to make the point that ‘blacksmith’ is not the same thing as ‘magical muscly person who knows how to do everything related to metal’.
This sort of thing really illustrates the huge difference between writing fantasy and writing historical fiction, I think. In real European medieval history, a smith might live, perhaps to the age of 50* - if he’s very lucky 60 or so. And he (sometimes she, but mostly he) has to be earning money throughout his life, so probably doesn’t have time to develop a whole set of skillsets, so if you write him being able to do loads of different things and having the right tools for all of them, it looks odd. And if you write a woman, you probably do feel you need to give a bit of explanation about why she’s doing the job, since it’s a pretty sexist society on the whole, so she’s a little unusual.
In fantasy, though, it’s all different. Tolkien’s dwarves have an average lifespan of 250, so they have much longer to pick up skills (and live in an environment where probably it’s much easier and encouraged for them to do so: they live in cities that are concentrated on providing made items and skills to other species: they aren’t a generalist society, very unlike any human institution I can think of.) They also ‘make mighty spells’ so very unlike real medieval blacksmiths, they are probably working metal with enchantment as well as tongs.
We don’t know about their gender role situation, but I don’t think there’s anything in canon to say that the women aren’t making things (and even if there was, there are loads of dwarf cities that last for thousands of years, so no doubt there’s variation between them).
Tolkien’s Elves of course live forever and also have more-or-less perfect memory, so there’s no reason for an Elven smith not to have all these skills and others, particularly if they are nobility (I don’t think in real-world history you get many noble smiths) and have other people helping to make sure they eat and have clothes and so on. And it seems less of an issue being female, too: Galadriel and Arwen are notable makers of magical items. *I’m assuming that if he’s a smith, he survived the terrifying childhood mortality rates, and we only have to think of adult lifespans.
I love to talk about historic blacksmithing! My husband and I run a blacksmithing shop (specialized in blade making) and we’ve done a LOT of educational demonstrations where we forge while lecturing on history, culture, techniques, etc. (So feel free to ask me things! I get all excited about it!)
Let’s talk first about the name! Historically Smith would mean metal worker and the color would tell you what type of metal. Black is the designation for iron (because of the color it takes after being heated and cooled several times.) Today Smith more generally means maker, but is still most commonly applied to metal workers.
And, as the OP said, if you need a tinker (tinsmith, also works pewter), silversmith (whitesmith), goldsmith (white- or yellow- smith), or coppersmith (red-, brown-, or green- smith), that’s a different discipline. Not that a blacksmith has no idea how to work those metals, but his knowledge will likely be limited to how it applies to his general discipline. For example, weapons and armor made for nobility might have precious metals used to decorate them. (Aside: The techniques for iron vs copper are complete opposites and one of my favorite modern blacksmithing proverbs is about brass, an alloy made with copper and zinc. It runs, “Brass, brass, what a pain in the… brain.” )
One of my choice historical bits is talking about medieval blacksmithing in England. This is something we actually have records of because of the guild structure. There were so many blacksmiths in urbanized areas that your permit to open a shop would permit you to make only a specific set of items. Pin drawers, chain makers, armorers, swordsmiths, farm tools, nails, wainwright (hoops for wagon wheels or barrels), farriers (horse shoeing)… all of those might be different shops. And that isn’t even a complete list! (Naturally there was a lot of overlap on high-demand items.)
But even better, Yorkshire records that show us that women were regularly involved in the trade! It was still male-dominated BUT several of the disciplines (nails, pins, chains) were almost exclusively women! Women owned blacksmith shops, took apprentices, worked the forge - all of the things that mark them as “real” blacksmiths. One of my favorite anecdotes is from William Hutton’s History of Birmingham; he encountered a nailer’s shop in which he noted “one or more females, stripped of their upper garments, and not overcharged with the lower, wielding the hammer with all the grace of the sex.”
Come yell at me about blacksmithing! I want to learn what you know and I’d love to answer any of your questions! I have a lot of prepared lecture snippets on a variety of smithing details:
Technological setbacks due to loss of historic metallurgical discoveries.
Why “damascus” swords are supposed to be the best.
Cultural and historical reasons for large, slow, strokes with a heavy hammer (like you see in video games) vs. small, quick strokes with a smaller hammer (like you see on YouTube).
Blacksmithing terms in modern English. (”Keep your temper” being the most common.)
How settling America changed the Western picture to males-only generalized blacksmithing
Economic comparisons of the cost to hire a blacksmith
Apprentice vs. Journeyman vs. Master
More about female blacksmiths
What to wear in the forge (modern or historical reenactment)
How-to on a variety of subjects
Blacksmithing in movies
Why Forged in Fire doesn’t give you an accurate picture of blacksmithing or the skills of the contestants
Metallurgy (the science of metals)
Eastern vs. Western blacksmithing (Surprise! Japan and Europe are wildly different!)
What kitchen knives do you need? And how do you keep them sharp?
Did I mention I love to talk about it and get real excited?
IT’S IN THE BLOOD ♫
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“The child of fire is the child of disobedience. In revolt. The Promethean child steals the matches to strike a dangerous light in the dark. As he sets fire, he has wicked thoughts. He will not get caught. The fire dies down. In the red embers he becomes aware.”
— Derek Jarman, Chroma