For you Tolkien-ophiles:
I’m currently reading Tolkien and the Great War by John Garth. It’s stellar.
Below is an excerpt; a glimpse of an act of creative genius in its nonage:
At Phoenix Farm, on 24 September 1914, [Tolkien] began, with startling Ã©clat:
Ã‰arendel sprang up from the Ocean’s cup
In the gloom of the mid-world’s rim;
From the door of Night as a ray of light
Leapt over the twilight brim,
And launching his bark like a silver spark
From the golden-fading sand
Down the sunlit breath of Day’s fiery Death
He sped from Westerland
I will probably be posting on other passages from this book as I read it. It’s a very enjoyable and fascinating read.