Happy Middle earth March 2018, everyone!!
Was there ever a character so beloved, yet mysterious, as the effervescently-odd Tom Bombadil?
Admittedly, I didn’t have a damn clue what people were talking about years ago, when the die-hard literary Tolkien fans muttered and groused about the absence of Tom from the Fellowship of the Ring; the movies seemed just fine to me! However, late last year I finally finished the book for the first time, and I have to say….
I get the disappointment. I really do.
Of course, when I saw this book on the shelf in my old place of work on my recent visit to New Zealand, you can bet your sweet ass you’ve never seen a person zip across a room quite like I did. Not like there were an inordinate number of people competing for the Tolkien shelf at the time (read: none), but I wasn’t about to take any chances. Because, a) I didn’t actually know this book existed, so: bonus!! And b) TOM BOMBADIL HAS HIS OWN BOOK. Or, a large part of an eponymous work, anyway. Which is pretty nifty, you must admit.
I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed reading this. I absolutely adore the lyrical gaiety the Tolkien managed to imbue into Tom Bombadil’s very essence, and quite frankly you kind of need the enthusiasm of the first work to carry you through some of the rest, which are by turn frightening and heartbreaking. I don’t think I’ve ever known a writer to be able to transport me to other worlds quite like Tolkien, and certainly not in such a limited space of time nor with the emotion his writing always, always invokes.
This was a quick, but wonderful read and I couldn’t recommend it more!
Five star read, people!
Photo credits: Mine. My book, my phone camera, my photos.