Warning: I know I will shock or, at least, disappoint any Tolkien fan who may stumble onto this post. They are kindly advised not to read!
I've been striving on my personal quest in search for a spark between Tolkien's world and me in the last two years. It's been a long, troubled journey, a real fight against my complete ignorance and a rather visceral dislike. You know, Tolkien's work is not my cup of tea at all. I've tried to approach it anyway, overcoming my prejudices and preconceptions. This is just an account of my latest attempt and of some prior events.
I've been striving on my personal quest in search for a spark between Tolkien's world and me in the last two years. It's been a long, troubled journey, a real fight against my complete ignorance and a rather visceral dislike. You know, Tolkien's work is not my cup of tea at all. I've tried to approach it anyway, overcoming my prejudices and preconceptions. This is just an account of my latest attempt and of some prior events.
I started watching The Lord of the Rings movies with my son, who is fond of them, before the Hobbit trilogy came out, but it was rather frustrating because, as much as I wanted to like those films, I simply couldn't or, better, I could but only mildly.