Long before dwarves knocked on Bilbo’s round green door, I had already walked the edges of Tolkien’s map in my imagination. That little book, The Hobbit, was the kind you read as a child and then reread as an adult, discovering new corners of courage every time. Today I’m marking the anniversary of The Hobbit:ContinueContinue reading “Observing an Anniversary: ‘The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey’ (2012)”
Author Archives: Darrell Curtis
Observing an Anniversary: ‘The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug’ (2013)
I first walked into Middle-earth in the mid-70s through a brand-spanking-new paperback copy of The Hobbit. Bilbo’s unexpected adventure was playful, sharply drawn, and rooted in a storyteller’s wink. Decades later, Peter Jackson invited us back again, but with a different tone, different scale, and (for many of us) a different set of expectations. Today I’mContinueContinue reading “Observing an Anniversary: ‘The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug’ (2013)”
Most Novembers I Break Down and Cry
“I can’t remember if we said goodbye.” That line from Emmylou Harris’s cover of “Goodbye” always gets me, and did again this morning, coffee in hand before the sun cleared the piney woods. It’s a simple lyric, almost plain-spoken, but it carries an unexpected weight. The kind that comes not from tragedy, but from uncertaintyContinueContinue reading “Most Novembers I Break Down and Cry”
December 4: ‘On Fairy Stories’ Turns 76
Stories shape worlds, worlds shape stories. And sometimes, a story about stories can change how we see both. On Fairy Stories (1947) The essay got a fresh face in 2008. A lecture becomes a touchstone, a scholarly reflection on imagination, myth, and meaning. On December 4, 1947, J. R. R. Tolkien’s essay On Fairy Stories was published in EssaysContinueContinue reading “December 4: ‘On Fairy Stories’ Turns 76”
Hello Winter, From a Longleaf Pine
I stand rooted in West Central Louisiana, a longleaf pine keeping quiet watch over the rhythm of the days. It is December first. The humans fuss over calendars, insisting winter has arrived. I shrug in silence. Frost may glint briefly across the yard. Ice settles now and then. Snow? Rare, fleeting, a story they tellContinueContinue reading “Hello Winter, From a Longleaf Pine”
Veni, Vidi, Scripsi 