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Errantry: Novak's Journal
...Words to cast/My feelings into sculpted thoughts/To make some wisdom last
Personal: Jen Away; Catching up with Diane; Reading New Tolkien: The Children of Húrin 
29th-Apr-2007 09:30 pm
Strider/All that is gold...
A Novak family joke is that my brother, who is entirely smitten with his wife, never calls anyone else in the family unless she's away for a few days. No one faults him for this; it's just that it's almost as though it just never occurs to him to remember the rest of the world while she's near. We love the way she lights him up, so it's an easy "fault" to forgive. I've been made to laugh at myself of late because I've similarly neglected family and friends as Jen and I got to know one another. So this weekend, while Jen has been out of town, it's been possible for me to think to spend some time with friends I've owed some time. Jen and I instead just swapped some good-night emails from where she's enjoying herself tented in southern Missouri, walking in the woods, napping along merry creeks, and leading retreat-goers in developing facilitation skills.

Saturday morning, I was up and reading by around 11, working away at the history of Church-State relations I mentioned the other day as having picked up, and which I also talked about in my journal the other day. Some time around 1:30 or 2pm, I opened the door to go look for my mail and found an Amazon package leaning against my door. Inside was The Children of Húrin, the "new" J.R.R. Tolkien novel, at which point all other bets were off and Church-State history was definitely put on hold.

The weather in Milwaukee was actually a great spring day: sunny, around 70º or 73º at its height, and I curled up in the window chair that put the southerly light behind me and read happily for some time until falling victim to sunbeam poisoning (I get bright sunlight in the afternoon even in my east-facing windows because of the sun reflecting off all of the windows of McCormick Hall facing me) and beginning to doze. When I woke up, I more-or-less then ran out and grabbed a bus downtown. I loitered in Downtown Books for a bit until they closed at 7pm, and left with a few small treasures tucked into a bag. I walked down Broadway then and enjoyed watching the people walking around in the early evening sun as they enjoyed the pleasantries of the Third Ward. I walked a few blocks past Artasia until I ran out of Broadway and realized that I'd missed the place, working my way back and then finding Diane, who was closing up the place on her own this evening. She gave me the look-around the store and I had great fun looking at antique carvings, new pottery, and jewelry details.

When we finally left, we just walked back up the street a little bit to a place called the Palms Bistro. It was alright: for the size of the entrees it was a bit overly pricey, I thought. But we ended up eating there – I had a sweet and fairly perfect ginger chicken, nicely set off with cashews and an Hawaiian fruit I'd never heard of before – and grabbing dessert there as well, which I don't think was our original intention, but the options that grabbed us (key lime crème brûlée, and fresh tollhouse cookies with milk) swayed our intentions. Afterwards, we just enjoyed the warm evening, walked back up through the downtown and the loud clubby scene near Cathedral Square back to her apartment on the East Side and just sat and talked for awhile. I started to make my farewells for the evening, thinking to not stay any longer than 11 or 11:30 only to be told that it was pushing 1am. I'd really lost track of time at the restaurant, it seems. I thought it was 10 when we left there and it was after 11, she told me. But it was a good night of catching up, hearing one another's news.

Today was even more gorgeous, weather-wise. I spent the entire day simply enjoying this novel in the 80º sun of this windy Sunday. I sat over in the Courtyard of the Fountain, over in front of the Joan of Arc Chapel, and just enjoyed The Children of Húrin in that properly medieval ambiance. I took in the 6pm Mass at the Gesu, and made a point of arranging some time with Julie, just as I found her roommate Jackie had left a note for me about my promise for all of us to hang. They just got an apartment for next year that's right where I get off the bus on my weekly comic book run, so that'll be very convenient. I had left Jen a few messages on her cellphone, thinking that she might have taken to the road in the afternoon, but she decided to stay the night and savour some time with her friends. Myself, I'm trying to both enjoy myself reading this surprise text, but also at the same time, and in contradictory mood, trying to finish it and get back to the so-called "real life" of work. I've a new lesson plan to write for tomorrow, with a text I only was able to gloss last semester, and some grading to take care of. But Tolkien is so much more fun right now. The good news is, I'm in disagreement with the nay-sayers: this isn't Christopher Tolkien "cashing in" – this is the Real McCoy. I'm already entirely familiar with the horrible tragedy of the story, knowing both the versions in The Silmarillion, the Narn I Hîn Húrin in Unfinished Tales, and even The Lay of the Children of Húrin in The Lays of Beleriand very well. Christopher Tolkien here has simply engaged in the kind of careful textual reconstruction he's been doing for years with the horrible mess of manuscripts his father left. That he managed to edit a real novel version of this key story out of the various versions is a testament to him. As I read, I begin to suspect those reviews sneering otherwise as simply being the sort who "prove themselves" by attacking a Master at work. They have their reward.
Comments 
30th-Apr-2007 12:52 pm (UTC)
How much does it really expandon what is written in the Silmarillion?

Would it be worth buying, over see any of the other Unfinished Tales books or any of Tolkien's other books? (I have Chapter's gift certificates to spend.)
16th-May-2007 05:57 am (UTC)
Whoops! Sorry I didn't respond sooner! Yes, I enjoyed it, even after reading other versions of the story: it does have a fullsomeness that I found rewarding as a reader.
30th-Apr-2007 02:16 pm (UTC)
What naysayers? All the reviews I've read have been good. I can't wait to read it.
16th-May-2007 05:58 am (UTC)
Ah, good. Have you done so yet?
4th-May-2007 10:19 pm (UTC) - Lol
Anonymous
I caught your brother still infatuated this summer. I wonder if it will wear off....
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