Christmastime is J.R.R. Tolkien.

 As a kid, the holiday break has always been my chance to read Lord of the Rings in one go. Then in college, watching The Lord of the Rings film series was a December tradition with my friends, that later turned to watching The Hobbit trilogy post-college. I cannot remember a time that I haven't turned to Professor Tolkien for some holiday cheer. This year is no different. But this time, I'd took on Professor Tolkien's earlier works, particularly The Hobbit (published on 1937) and Letters from Father Christmas (published posthumously on 1976).

Anybody who had read Lord of the Rings most likely would have also read The Hobbit (or There and Back Again), or at the very least would have watched it on the big screen.

It is the story of Bilbo Baggins, a quiet, normal hobbit living in the very normal suburbs of Bag End, Hobbiton. Hobbits are a race similar to men but shorter in height. The hobbits sensibly love creature comforts like second breakfasts and snug, comfy holes in the ground. Bilbo was recruited by the wizard Gandalf for a quest to the Misty Mountain, to recover treasures that were guarded by the dragon Smaug. He is joined by twelve dwarves led by Thorin Oakenshield, the King under the Mountain. A lot of things happened on the course of their adventures, culminating into a battle between different races, all vying for the dragon horde.

I had always read the story (yes, I forgot how many times I've reread the book) as being the tale of Bilbo Baggins' evolution from a scared, timid hobbit to a selfless hero and full-fledged leader. That a person sometimes starts his journey as one thing and comes home as another, changed irrevocably, (sometimes for good, sometimes for bad, but most of the times for both) is a constant theme in Professor Tolkien's stories, not just in his Middle-earth books, but also in his other writings. In The Hobbit, it can be summarized by Bilbo's poem during his return to Hobbiton:

"Roads go ever ever on,

Under cloud and under star,

Yet feet that wandering have gone

Turn at last to home afar.

Eyes that fire and sword have seen

And horror in the halls of stone

Look at last on meadows green

And trees and hills they long have known."

As a veteran of the First World War, he certainly knows how war permanently changes people, exactly like how fierce battles and the death had changed Bilbo.

"One has indeed personally to come under the shadow of war to feel fully its oppression; but as the years go by it seems now often forgotten that to be caught in youth by 1914 was no less hideous an experience than to be involved in 1939 and the following years. By 1918 all but one of my close friends were dead." (Preface to the second edition of Lord of the Rings)

So yes, two conclusions. The first is that The Hobbit is not some silly Lord of the Rings prequel published primarily for kids; and two, that there's nothing like war and death to make you appreciate the things that you have and the existence of people who love you.

Let's now go to something lighter. In 1920, J.R.R. Tolkien's son, the then three-year-old John, received a letter from Father Christmas.

Father Christmas described in words, pictures, and even poems his house at the North Pole, his assistant, Polar Bear (or P.B.), his secretary, the elf, Ilbereth, P.B.'s mischievous nephews, Paksu and Valkotukka, and other various characters which includes snow elves, red gnomes, snow men, cave bears, and nasty goblins. For the next twenty years, these letters regularly arrive in the Tolkien household during Christmastime, while reply letters made by the children (John, then Michael, Christopher, and finally Priscilla) mysteriously vanish from the fireplace.

Throughout their childhoods, the Tolkien brood were regaled stories of the adventures and misadventures of Father Christmas, Polar Bear, Ilbereth, and the rest of his household, from the time the North Pole broke, to when they needed to move to another house, to when Father Christmas lit some of his wonderful fireworks to celebrate the holiday, to when P.B. got lost in the caves, to the times of the goblin attacks, and their successful defenses. It is very easy to note how strikingly similar Father Christmas to the wizard Gandalf, and, as you can see in the image on the right, P.B. to Beorn, the mysterious man-bear in The Hobbit.


The 1937 letter is funny because Father Christmas mentioned to the children that he initially though of sending them this book 'Hobbits' (which he had been sending loads to other children - mostly second editions), but he thought they might have already have many copies (duh) so he had instead sent them another 'Oxford Fairy Tale' (which I am now intrigued into finding a copy).

By 1943, most of Professor Tolkien's children had grown up (John is 26, Michael is 23, Christopher is 19, and Priscilla is 14). Father Christmas' missive that year was a letter of goodbye. He also notes that his messengers is calling the year "grim" (indirectly referring to World War II), but is glad that in the children's household, it is not as miserable as they were expecting it would be.

"... I shall not forget you. We always keep the old numbers of our old friends, and their letters; and later on we hope to come back when they are grown up and have houses of their own and children."

Which the Tolkien children did. They kept the letters and, three years after Professor Tolkien's death, compiled it into a book with Christopher's wife as the editor. I personally like it. It is a testament of a father's love and willingness to provide boundless imaginative delight to his children. I am glad that the Tolkien family published it since it had now also provided joy to other children of various ages.

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Happy New Year, everyone!

Gods, it's been awhile since I've been here. Yeah, I'm ashamed that I've neglected my blog last year. I hope to remedy that this 2015. That's my new year resolution - to blog more.

So to start with, I'd like to write about what I have been doing this holiday season. It's been two weeks of no work, so you'd think I should have been productive, right? Well, that's partially true. The first week and a half had been hectic on the home front. I've been cleaning the house, cooking for my contribution for Noche Buena, and cleaning a bit more (with a bit of TV watching on the side). It's just this past few days that I've have allowed myself some crafting and reading.

So anyway, here are the stuff I've found myself doing this past two weeks:

Watched some old TV series. This included CSI season 6 (2005-2006) & some of season 9 (2008), Criminal Minds seasons 1 & 2 (2005-2007), and part of Fringe season 2 (2010). Yeah, I don't really mind not watching in order. :-)

Fringe is the best out of the three (not surprising, as it's a JJ Abrams show) and I'd like to get a hold of the entire series (which is doable since it has only have five seasons). CSI is a favorite of mine so I don't really mind the plot holes, wonky technology (the things they do with images and video are crazy!), and outdated themes. Criminal Minds is okay but their tech girl is terrible.I don't mind the tech girls-as-weirdos stereotype but for goodness' sake, practice good internet security! Any novice techie knows you don't use computers with weak security and plug it into a high-risk network to play mmorpg. And for goodness' sake, she got to keep her job in the end?! Sheesh. :-P

Caught up on some Pinoy movies. Well, just two. The first one is Shake, Rattle & Roll 15. A decent compromise, considering my nephews watched to watch either Praybeyt Benjamin or Feng Shui (*shudder*). MMFF is the Pinoys' annual Christmas perya and SRR is its regular haunted house booth. This year's SRR is okay. Of the three, I like the middle one because of the ambiguity in the story and ending.

I also finally got to see She's Dating the Gangster, starring KathNiel (Kathryn Bernardo & Daniel Padilla to you oldies). The local movie industry has a strange way of using books for story material. To them, adaptation is synonymous to 'very loosely based', to 'somewhat inspired but not really', to even 'we just got the title to dupe the fans of the book into watching'. The result of this treatment is diverse: some were very good (Hihintayin Kita sa Langit for example, based on Bronte’s Wuthering Heights), some were very bad (Once a Princess which is based on Angel Bautista’s book with the same name), and some were just okay (e.g. ABNKKBSNPLAko?!, based on the Bob Ong book). Star Cinema’s ‘adaptation’ of She’s Dating the Gangster was entertaining, and was a teensy bit above being just okay. It had also helped that the original book material was very terrible (I was going to say unreadable, but then I remembered that a lot of people had bought and probably read it, making it a wtf-why-is-this-a-runaway-hit-are-they-nuts kind of thing).The liberties that Star Cinema had freely made with the material really helped. So yeah, the movie is better than the book.

Brushed up on some Tolkien. To me, the holiday season is the best time for reading Tolkien stories. I've decided on two books: The Hobbit and The Father Christmas Letters. I'm not much of a fan of Christmas, so reading stories from this master fantasy writer is my way of putting some magic into the season. More of this in my next post.

So that's it for now. How about you guys, how was your vacation? Has it been fun? Boring? Long? Short? Do tell me.

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I was targeting classy but obviously obscene. What do you think?

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One of my book clubs, The Filipino Groups at Goodreads, invited me to moderate a discussion this August. I'm quite honored to accept their invitation, especially since this is going to be my first time to host a book discussion with them. The TFG people has such refined taste in books (and no, I'm not brown-nosing or anything :-P ) so I'm really crossing my fingers they'll at least find my discussion interesting.

So anyway, TFG asked me to pick a theme and three books. Out of these three books, they're going to vote for the one they'll want to discuss in August. The theme I chose was erotica. But looking back at the books I chose, I think the better description would be "semi-autobiographies with some sex". The primary focus of erotica is, of course, eroticism - that is, to sexually arouse the readers, with some aspirations (or some say, pretensions) to look like high art. The foci of the three books go beyond eroticism, and their themes go beyond sex.

But rather than talk about each book in my own words, I rather go the pathetically easy  (and a potential copyright violation) route, and quote entire entries from the book, "1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die" (published by Cassell Illustrated, and edited by Peter Boxall). 

(TFG peeps, this was going to be the one I would have shown you guys had I been free to attend last month's To The Lighthouse discussion.Sorry about that. :-P )

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Key event: Tropic of Cancer is banned in the UK and United States

Henry Miller's depiction of his life in 1930s Paris ushered in a new way of writing about sex. Gone were the euphemism s and covert and peripheral references that had previously sufficed: now sex was a focus for discussion and a new language, direct and aggressive in tone, was evolving for the purpose.

 This is a supremely misogynistic piece of writing and there is still something shockingly brutal about Miller's prose. His comments about his friend's wife Ida Verlaine are indicative of his: "I didn't give a fuck for her as a person, though I often wondered what she might be like as a piece of fuck, so to speak." This reductive and objectifying attitude is characteristic of the narcissistic and egotistical narrative voice that seems implicitly to be addressing a male reader. Women are described to be a little more than the facilitators of male desires, animalistic and available, and sunk in a base physicality without agency.

Although originally published in 1934, the novel was prohibited for decades in the United States and the UK. After its release in the United States in the 1960s, charges of obscenity were brought against the publishers, Grove Press. It went on to develop a cult following and was particularly influential for the Beat generation. Their eagerness to shun convention spawned a desire to experiment with extremes of experience and the licentious freedom of Miller's narrative appealed to this desire.

 Despite the problematic gender politics, Henry Miller's work made an important contribution to the development of modernist fiction. With its experimental mixture of confessional autobiography and fiction, and passages where the narrative constitutes a "stream of consciousness", it was both innovative and dynamic. Juliet Wightman

Date: 1934

Title: Tropic of Cancer

Author: Henry Miller (1891-1980)

Nationality: USA

Why It's Key: Tropic of Cancer was a landmark publication that tested the boundaries between erotica and pornography. In the 1960s it became the focus of a famous and influential obscenity case.

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Key Passage: Fear of Flying

"My response... was not (not yet) to have an affair and not (not yet) to hit the open road, but to evolve my fantasy of the Zipless Fuck."

Erica Jong, young, beautiful, and blonde, appeared in her publicity photographs to be the antithesis of the 1970s feminist. In fact, Fear of Flying could with hindsight be read as the first "chick-lit" novel; at the height of the women's lib movement its cheerful raunchiness certainly came as a shock. But it is a book which is more serious than titillating. To those women who were coming of age at the time of its publication, taking the newly-available contraceptive pill, enjoying - if that's the right word - "free" love, and struggling to be granted the same respect and freedoms as men, Fear of Flying and its heroine, Isadora Wing, told it like it was.

Isadora, attending a conference abroad with her emotionally cold psychiatrist husband, muses on the situation of women, the drawbacks of marriage, the nuisance of mensuration, and books, politics, travel, and sex. John Updike compared the novel to Philip Roth's Portnoy's Complaint for its sexual honesty.

Jong defined the famous "Zipless Fuck" as "more than a fuck... Zipless, because when you came together zippers fell away like rose petals, underwear blew off in one breath like dandelion fluff... For the true, ultimate zipless A-1 fuck, it was necessary that you never get to know the man very well... anonymity made it even better."

 The serious point of the book lies in its attempt to discover a post-liberation way of living with men, while managing to retain a separate identity. In fact it is worth reading if only as a social document which describes women's experiences in the 1960s and 1970s. Felicity Skelton

Date: 1973

Author: Erica Jong

Nationality: USA

Why It's Key: Fear of Flying treated women's liberation with humor - a rarity at the time. It is also famous for the frankness of the descriptions of bodily functions, especially sex.

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Key Book: The Lover

Marguerite Duras' semi-autobiographical novel offers subjective and impressionistic reflections upon a precocious childhood. At 15, the narrator has an intense sexual relationship with a wealthy 27-year old Chinese man. Set during the inter-war period in Sa Dec, French Indochina, their relationship is, on many levels, taboo. The intoxicating sensuality of their heady affair transcends and disturbs the boundaries of cultural acceptability, but even in its own terms, the relationship is transgressive and disturbing. It subverts traditional assumptions about the dynamics of sexual, racial, and onetary power, which is shown to be in a state of continual flux, endlessly subject to subtle realignment. Through this unorthodox love affair, and in her depiction of a family deeply troubled by a mother's divisive behavior, Duras provides a timely exploration of France's colonial past, and subjects the nebulous notion of "otherness" to renewed scrutiny.

The short novel is demonstrably a product of Duras' association with the Nouveau Roman, or "new novel", a French literary movement that sought to break the traditional dependence on plot, characterization, and conventional narrative modes. Critics have been divided on the novel's status as autobiography but she undoubtedly makes self-conscious use of the form, questioning the constructedness of memory, its luminescent quality, and the inevitable investments we all make, at both conscious and unconscious levels, in the process of remembering the past. The most commercially successful of Duras' works, it won the coveted Prix Goncort in 1984. Juliet Wightman

Date: 1984

Author: Marguerite Duras (1914-96)

Nationality: France

Why It's Key: Remarkable for the frankness with which one of France's most respected - but difficult and avant garde - writers offers access to a sensational aspect of her past, this novel catapulted Duras from left-wing intellectual to bestselling author.

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