Middle Earth? Totally a real place.
I’ve been watching short bits of Fellowship of the Ring before bed, and I’ve just been struck by how much those films can just get me, even though I’ve seen them so many times and every time I put them in I think “is this really going to be worth it?” I think the great thing about those films, though, is that they put such a deep, amazingly detailed literary universe in full colour, twelve hours of viewing, cinematic form. The scenes I find myself getting really excited about are those that just barely hint at the significance of, for example, Aragorn’s lineage. It’s funny to think that twelve hours of footage really just scratch the surface, but it’s true. There’s something extremely rewarding about reading thousands of pages of material but then feeling like the keyholder to the legacy, the one who gets all the jokes. It’s the same sort of feeling you get when you read the trilogy after having recently read the Silmarillion, when suddenly ever few words are pregnant with meaning. I sound like a complete nerd, I know, but I wonder if any other author’s quite managed this, to the point of feeling real triumph every time you re-read. Of course, if anyone knows of a comparable experience, please do let me know! For now, I’m off to re-read. Or, ooh! Maybe I can finally get started with the Unfinished Tales. *rubs hands together in nerdy glee*