Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Why Were Bilbo and Frodo Bachelors?

Of all the things explained and hinted at in Tolkien's Legendarium, this has never really been explained by him.  There were other unmarried Hobbits, but not many, being social and so family oriented.  It is indeed odd that both Bilbo and Frodo were bachelors.  I did a google search and found that most credit the ring, although that doesn't apply to Bilbo, who was a 50 year old bachelor when Gandalf searched him out for the Smaug quest.  Tolkien left ample explanations of why Gandalf took interest in that particular Hobbit, mostly having to do with older memories of Bilbo being inquisitive and seemingly open to travel and adventure.  We do not know why Gandalf would expect Bilbo to be single, however, so it becomes a chicken-and-egg sort of thing.

Another explanation is that Tolkien didn't want to complicate things for his initial audience, his own children.  And since the Hobbit was meant to be read on that sort of level, with Wind In The Willows and the Pooh books, reality isn't required. In fact, it is a hindrance!  If you look at all the kids movies where they go off and do wonderful things there is usually a lack of a mother that facilitates the story.  Moms won't let you play ball in a sandlot, fearing you will fall down and hurt yourself.  Dads, on the other hand, are more of the "Oh, you got shocked when you stuck a fork in a light socket?  Bet you won't do that again" school of learning.  So if you are going to go through strange wardrobes or play games that lead you to cavort with dinosaurs or talking animals, ask Dad.  Mom won't let you make a sandwich by yourself.

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I have my own theory, of course, and it is quite simple and straightforward.  Tolkien's Father died when he was only 4 and his Mother when he was 12.  His Guardian was Father Francis Morgan, and he was raised a strict Catholic.  This caused some difficulties when, at age 16, he began courting an older woman, Edith Bratt, who was not Catholic.  He was forbidden to see or write her until he was 21, and apparently he did so.  Many things happened for Tolkien.  He eventually married Edith, went to war and nearly died in the trenches, and various Professorships.  He always found time to write, even during war-  . . .. in huts full of blasphemy and smut, or by candle light in bell-tents, even some down in dugouts under shell fire .  

He settled down to family life, something very important to him.  He remained a strong Christian, and his family values stemmed from his faith.  It is my idea that he not only made Bilbo and Frodo bachelors to make the story simple for readers and to avoid any unnecessary plot sidelines but because to his way of thinking it was unethical for a family man to abandon his wife and children for something so shallow and pointless as a treasure hunt with Dwarves.  Frodo, maybe- after all, he would be protecting his family in the long run- but why complicate matters?  If it was foretold for Frodo to undertake the mission- and Tolkien has Gandalf drop strong hints that he was- then he would never have felt right about marriage, knowing in his heart of hearts that he was fated for something else.  

Bilbo being single was right, not only for good plot structure but for his sense of family and social interactions.  Men that ran off for adventure were irresponsible losers, not heroes.  If there was one thing Tolkien believed in it was family!  All through Lord Of The Rings there are many examples of this, and finding a character that wasn't married was either because they were widowed or because a future wedding was part of the plot, as in Aragorn and Arwen, Faramir and Eowyn.  Or even Sam!  

The Hobbit started out with a peculiar bachelor living his own little private life in his luxurious Hobbit Hole, all by himself.  Bilbo wasn't a hermit, by any stretch!  He loved social events and having guests, but preferred to invite them himself, not have 13 strangers drop in! But alone he remained, until he invited another Baggins, Frodo, to live with him as his adoptive heir.  But the story ends with Samwise Gamgee, who finally gets up the nerve to ask Rose Cotton to marry him, coming back from the Grey Havens, having seen Gandalf, Elrond, Frodo and Bilbo depart for ever to the Undying Lands- bachelors all, excepting Elrond, and his wife had already sailed over the sea after experiencing harrowing ordeals, having been captured by orcs.  So Sam rides back to the Shire, enters Bag End- now his, Frodo having made Sam his heir- and places his little baby, Eleanor, on his lap and says,  "I'm back."  And that is how it ends. Very appropriate for the orphan that found so much in his family and adored his wife.


Tolkien only outlived Edith for a couple of years.  This headstone reflects how he thought of her, as the legend of Luthien and Beren was a very early story that involved a mortal man, Beren, and his love for one of the most treasured of Elf Maidens, Luthien, and the trials they had to go through to be together.  If ever there was a life-long love story, this is it!  And, yes, Tolkien would have left his beloved Edith and family to save them and the world, but most assuredly not for a simple treasure hunt.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Bloom County and Opus

I became addicted to Bloom County back in the 80's.  What started out as a Doonesbury pastiche turned into one of the best little strips produced.  Great characters, fun story lines and relevant issues were daily fare.  Who didn't love Opus and Bill?
I followed the adventures of Opus and friends after the original strip ended and turned into a Sunday only strip, Outland.  I was saddened when it folded too.  Apparently the creator, Berkley Breathed, felt a need to do other things and that Opus had his run.  He tried again a decade or so later with the same results- Opus and the Bloom County gang retired for good and Opus left in such a way that we were unsure if perhaps he had been put to sleep.

It was hinted that the strip would end soon, and Opus had a visit from Elvis, who told him he should pick a place that he wanted to be forever, because there will be no changing after he 'dies'- or in this case, retires from the media permanently.  Considering Elvis is stuck on a toilet forever, this is good advice!  Opus tries to go to a tropical island and winds up in an animal shelter instead, waiting for his end.  Instead, he was able to retire to one of his favorite little books, Goodnight Moon.
Mr. Breathed had grown attached to Opus to the point where he did not want to use him as a mouthpiece for what he considered to be a nasty turn in American politics.  In an e-mail to the Los Angeles Times, the 51-year-old Breathed wrote, “30 years of cartooning to end. I’m destroying the village to save it. Opus would inevitably become a ranting mouthpiece in the coming wicked days, and I respect the other parts of him too much to see that happen. The Michael Moore part of me would kill the part of him that was important to his fans.”

I respected that, as part of the Opus charm was his naive and hopeful spirit.  In that he reminds me of Charlie Chaplin's Tramp character.  He gets kicked around, lives through horrible experiences and still has faith in his fellow man to do the right thing.  He never sees humanity as bad or good, but he meets a lot of bad and good people.  And the bad people could be better if they tried, so they aren't condemned, just tolerated until they learn to find compassion and humanity.  I like that!  And from a cartoon character, no less!


Friday, August 8, 2014

All Grown Up And No Place To Go

Hello and welcome to the first post in my new blog.  My concept here is simple- as an adult, I often wish I could feel all the wonder I did when I was a child, how it all seemed so vibrant and fun.  The world was an exciting place, and each day had promise!  And if that day fizzled, then tomorrow would be better.  At times I had trouble going to sleep, anticipating how awesome tomorrow would be and the new things it would offer.  Then I grew up.

Most of us have a point where we are no longer children- that is, we no longer let our imagination lead us as a child but look to parody the things of the grown-up world.  And that is where things go terribly wrong!  When did we forgo the innocent pleasures for the sad world we now live in?  When did we lose the capacity to enjoy simple things, to find happiness in the smallest of joys?  When did we let others do our thinking for us, let them order us around by convincing us that being a consumer sheeple was the way to live, the only gate to contentment?  I lost an important part of my life, trying to 'grow up' and I now regret it.

As an adult with 4 grown children, I have seen and been through a lot.  I have had great highs, and great lows.  I have been through just about every adult experience there is.  I don't like many of them.  I am also a Christian, so I have a unique perspective about the importance of being a child- I understand, or at least I am beginning to understand why Jesus thought so highly of children, as he said in Matthew 18:3, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.  I used the King James, as I love the language.  It may not be an easy read, but I don't care- I love Shakespeare too and most have problems with that.  I don't find the language to be stilted.  I think is is pure poetry.

As a child, I did speak as a child.  When I became an adult I put aside childish things.  I now think I put aside the wrong things and did what was expected of me to conform.  I lost that ability to relate to the world as it is, to enjoy the simplest things and just be.  They expect us to do, to achieve so we have the purchasing power to buy what they are hawking.  We aren't expected to think for ourselves or anything that would cut the powers that be- TV, Wall St., the media, politicians- out of the prime positions they have claimed.  In short, they want all authority over us and I am tired of having them walk in my clean mind with dirty feet.  So I am reclaiming my childlike glee at the ripe old age of 52.

I want to blog about all the stuff that I loved and still love.  I have such a variety of interests it will tend to jump around a bit, but that's what this sort of forum is all about.  I intend to hit music, movies, books, science fiction, fantasy, TV shows, cartoons, history, just about anything that catches my fancy.  I intend to talk about the things that I left behind for the silly pretend world of adults that never made sense and it totally pointless.  I work, I make some money, I spend it on stuff.  What sort of life plan is that?  Well, it seems to be the one for the majority of my peers.  They usually wind up bitter and angry that things didn't go as planned, and take it out on everybody else. If they revisited childhood wonders they would never be bored, or feel cheated.  If I may quote Christian Rock pioneer Larry Norman, from Why Don't You Look Into Jesus,  
                                      Think back to when you were a child,
                                       Your soul was free, your heart ran wild,
                                       Each day was different, and life was a thrill,
                                       You knew tomorrow would be better still
Amen!