What strikes me most about the books now is how comforting and warm they are. It made me think about what Edith Hamilton wrote in an introduction to an anthology of Plutarch: that some authors live on in part because of their great love of mankind. She said there are authors who we respect for their craft, but a hard to love because they did not have much love towards humanity (examples might be Hemmingway or Flaubert). But of the authors who are loved she gave the examples of Dickens and Shakespeare, Plato and Plutarch. I would add J.R.R Tolkien to this latter group.
If I had to pick a word to describe the books, I think the first word of the first title is best: “fellowship”. Amidst the many wonders and horrors of the journey, what always anchors the tale is the deep affection and comradery that ties the many characters together. You can just feel Tolkien’s love of good company, storytelling and nature brimming out of him in his writing. As impressive as all the lore and world building is, I think it is this love that will continue to make fans of the series for as long as there are people to read it.
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