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Hey folks! I am working on finishing up some things this week, so I thought I would post the text of the keynote I gave at the Prancing Pony Podcast Moot earlier this December. I’ve made some minor edits to conform a bit more to the form of a blog post, but this remains very much a speaking script, with some of the different expectations (somewhat less detail, more signposting, and a bit more rhetorical flourish, however poorly done) still there. So without further ado, “Tolkien and Éowyn Between Two Wars:”

I had warned the Moot attendees that “if you start asking me history questions, I will just start answering them.” And indeed, in the evening after the keynote, in the hallway between the meeting rooms, some of them did exactly that and the result was a running history Q&A that ran for just over five hours, picking up a substantial crowd as it went.
One of the folks there, Yiffan, was kind enough to sketch the impromptu history lecture and sent me the sketch, which you see above.

Tolkien and Éowyn Between Two Wars

I wanted to talk today about the historical grounding of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work and especially his legendarium, following on the theme of the moot, ‘Creating Historical Depth within Fantastical Worlds.’  In particular, I want to speak on the grounding of Tolkien’s perception of war, anchored in both his deep erudition and his own experiences.  In part, that means discussing why the martial aspects of Middle Earth – the size and structure of armies, their commanders, the way they move and fight, the outcomes of their battles – feel so much more grounded and real than many other works in this genre.  They feel more grounded, as we will see, because they are more grounded.

But even more I want to talk about how the vision of war in Tolkien’s world is defined by his two great sources – one great and wonderful and one great and terrible – of historical grounding.  In a way it is trapped between them, caught between two incompatible visions of both war and the warrior, a collision of ‘wars’ – or, if I may be academically pedantic for a moment, a collision of culturally embedded visions (mentalités, to be even more obscure) of warfare – that Tolkien struggles to resolve in his writings.  This talk is about how Éowyn finds herself trapped between the two ‘Wars’ Tolkien knew: the wars in his books and the war of his own experience, and how Tolkien navigates Éowyn through this collision to find peace at the other side.  The Lord of the Rings being a work of fiction, that collision is resolved not in dry academic broadsides – of the sort you have, inexplicably, agreed to endure for the next forty minutes (I thank you for your questionable decision-making in this regard) – but rather through its characters.

And of course, in the Lord of the Rings as in all great art, it is in the struggle to resolve the unresolvable that profundity of the human experience emerges, in all of its beauty and flaws.

Thus, our discussion proper begins where its wars end: with Éowyn in the Houses of Healing.

Two Wars in the Houses of Healing

I imagine we all know the moment. Éowyn recovering from wounds sustained on the Pelennor Fields, both physical and psychological, has had her heart softened by Faramir and her spirits lifted by the departure of the shadow proclaims (RotK, 271):

I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun, she said, ‘and behold! the Shadow has departed!  I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, no vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’ And again, she looked at Faramir. No longer, do I desire to be a queen,’ she said.

And let me offer a brief shout-out to Faramir’s gamely and adroit reply of, “That is well, for I am not a king.”  The fellow is putting in the effort.

This character turn is, of course, one of the most controversial in the whole of the legendarium, long criticized on the grounds that it undermines Éowyn’s character to give her traditional feminine domesticity as a reward for her valor. To many readers, Éowyn in this moment feels like a character trapped between the modern and the pre-modern: a modern heroine who can fight her own battles with the best of them, who is yet forced to accept the pre-modern consolation prize of marriage and domesticity.  I confess I have never been persuaded of this view; we should note of course that standing next to her in this moment is Faramir, the finest Captain of Gondor who is yet prepared – eager, even – to take the same reward as Éowyn, to go to govern Ithilien and help it bloom once more.  That charge is not so different either from Samwise, Merry and Pippin, who all return home to become civic leaders in their communities at peace.  Tolkien is not offering Éowyn a ‘woman’s reward’ but rather his version of a heroes reward.

I do think modern readers are somewhat in danger of missing the radicalism of Éowyn’s character, a case – one of many – of Tolkien being so influential that he has created a new norm against which he is judged.  Éowyn’s character, of course, draws on traditions of mythical and legendary women warriors that predate him: the Amazons of Greek mythology – figures like Atalanta or Penthesilea – or Camilla (the Aeneid’s Latin stand-in for Penthesilea). Or, of course, the shield-maidens of the Norse literature that Tolkien loved so: Lagertha, Veborg, Hervor and so on.  The set up for Éowyn is familiar.

It is instead in the payoff, in this moment that Tolkien defies his source material in a way that creates a new paradigm.  Because as students of pre-modern literature will know, in the broad western tradition, women warriors exist in literature largely to be defeated.  Atalanta exists in her story to be defeated in a footrace by Hippomenes and consequently forced into a marriage she had tried to resist (which leads into her ending up transformed into a lion when Hippomenes offends the gods).  Penthesilea and Camilla’s role in their stories are as fearsome opponents to be killed and defeated by male heroes, a violent restatement of patriarchal dominance.  The Amazons more generally ‘exist to lose’ in Greek and Roman mythology.

Shield maidens fare little better.  Verborg appears in the Gesta Danorum, showing valor but being slain in battle.  The younger Hervor, likewise, falls in battle, while Lagertha, the exception, in the Gesta Danorum slays her husband and then promptly vanishes from the story.  In short, these figures, while praised for their value, generally ‘exist’ in the story to be defeated.  In a real sense, these characters are often punished for violating the gender roles of their societies.

By contrast, Tolkien rewards Éowyn.  Faramir openly praises her in directly heroic terms, “For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten.”  As we’ll discuss in a moment, unforgettable renown is not a small reward! Éowyn has accomplished this and unlike the heroines upon whom she is based, can then leave with her life, to enjoy the peace she has won under the same terms as Samwise or Merry or Pippin or, indeed, Faramir.  In this sense, Éowyn feels far more modern than her critics give credit.

Yet I think there is something to the idea that Éowyn, in the Houses of Healing stands trapped between the modern and the pre-modern, just not in her gender, but rather in her relationship to war and death, the relationships that have dominated her thinking since we first met her in the pages of The Two Towers.  She is hardly the only character so trapped and indeed we might understand the theme of the final third of The Return of the King – as one of the great works of Great War literature (I will argue until the end of time that it should stand next to books like All Quiet on the Western Front in this regard) – to be, “how can one leave war behind?”  Samwise can, but Frodo finds he cannot. Faramir longs to do so and finally does.  Many characters – Boromir, Théoden, Denethor – know the end of war only in death.  Éowyn is, in the Houses of Healing, trapped between a pre-modern relationship to war, which offers her only death in battle, and a modern relationship to war, which offers escape.

To understand how Éowyn navigates the collision of these systems, we need to understand how Tolkien himself imagined and experienced war, to understand the two great reservoirs from which his understanding came.  And at last we come to our main topic, for Tolkien has two visions of war that emerge through Middle Earth, both rooted in history.

Those who know my writing will be, of course, in no way shocked that we are 1,250 words in and only now reaching the end of the introduction. Now on to Part IIb.

The Historicity of Middle Earth

When I started actually writing about Tolkien’s legendarium, I was surprised by how strongly grounded it was, historically.  I had grown up on these books, having them read to me before I even could read them myself, and I had returned to them regularly, but I hadn’t sat down to work through them the way a historian would until 2019 when I started blogging on them.  But I came back to them in the context of writing critiques of other fantasy worlds which claimed more ‘realism’ and yet often betrayed a far weaker understanding of societies in the past.

I expected to find similar cracks in the foundations of Middle Earth, but there are few.  Tolkien’s armies move at roughly the correct speeds and his detailed accounting of dates in the appendices leave him no room to ‘cheat.’  Likewise, the political systems of Tolkien’s human societies are immediately intelligible as somewhat fragmented Late Antique or Early Medieval polities, with leaders, values customs, armies and social institutions to match their structure.

InstanceTypeDistanceBook Speed‘Rule of Thumb’ Speed
Théoden to Helm’s DeepCavalry
Forced March
c. 80 miles50 miles per day~40 miles per day
Morgul Army to Minas TirithInfantry with Supplies20 leagues
(c. 60 miles)
12 miles per day~10 miles per day
Théoden to Minas TirithCavalryc. 180 miles36 miles per day~40 miles per day
Grey Company to PelargirHeroic Cavalry
Forced March
c. 300 miles60 miles per day~40 miles per day

No small part of this, of course, comes from Tolkien’s own meticulous plotting, including day-by-day accounting of where characters are (which of course shows up in the appendices).  But he has not worked out all of those details – there is little sense that Tolkien had worked out, for instance, a complete flow-chart of Rohan or Gondor’s administration, yet what we see makes sense with history.  The strong historical grounding of Tolkien’s legendarium comes from Tolkien’s own deep marination in the literature of societies like the ones he describes and his own experience of war.  We begin with the former.

The War in Tolkien’s Books

I imagine for at least some of you, the details of Tolkien’s education are already familiar, but let me go over the basics and then provide a bit of context for them.  I should note that in this next part, I am quite indebted to the work of John Garth, Tolkien and the Great War (2005); I imagine in a gathering such as this, little recommendation of it is required.  I offer it all the same.

Even as a schoolboy, Tolkien was enamored with literature and languages.  He himself writes, “I was brought up in the Classics” – by which he means ancient Greek and Latin literature – “and first discovered the sensation of literary pleasure in Homer.”  Education in turn-of-the-last-century Britain remained heavily based on the Classics and a solid working knowledge of Greek and Latin (and of Greek and Roman history) was assumed for any man who wanted to present as an educated man.  Modern European languages – Tolkien excelled in German, winning first prize in the subject at his school in 1910 – were also a standard part of education.

Tolkien ‘discovers’ the early Germanic languages via Joseph Wright’s Primer of the Gothic Language in 1908 (Tolkien is 16 at the time) and so his love affair with Germanic, rather than Roman languages was begun, to the last the rest of his life.  In 1911, Tolkien began his studies at Oxford, but initially enrolled reading (that is ‘majoring in’ in American parlance) Classics.  He only shifted to English literature – Old English – in 1913.  Tolkien is thus deeply familiar with the Greek and Roman Classics before he moves on to develop his prodigious knowledge of Old and Middle English literature.

Of course, the war intervened – we will return to that in a moment – but in his academic career, Tolkien produced a number of major works on English literature (in addition to producing the defining works of English literature we are discussing here).  While Tolkien’s work on Beowulf, most famously “Beowulf: The Monsters and the Critics” (1936) is perhaps best known – Tolkien essentially revolutionized the study of English’ oldest epic poem – he also worked on later medieval romances, translating Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and the 14th century Middle English poem Pearl.  Although Tolkien did not work on similar continental literary traditions, the French tales of knightly deeds (chasons de geste) or the songs of the Occitan troubadours, he can hardly have been ignorant of them and one detects allusions to them at certain points in the Lord of the Rings.  When Théoden, for instance, about to ride to his glorious end, “seized a great horn from Guthlaf his banner-bearer and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder” it is hard not to hear an echo of Roland from the 11th century chanson de geste the Song of Roland, who finding himself in a battle that will claim his life blows upon his own horn so hard his temples burst.  Roland’s horn, evidently made from elephant tusk, is termed the Olifant in the poem, a name which also ought to jog some memories from Middle Earth too.

As a historian, I also feel I would be remiss if I did not note the scholarly climate of historical study that Tolkien was entering into: Tolkien’s early scholarly years are happening at the same time that historians were assembling the first modern, systematic efforts to map out political and social organization in pre-modern societies.  Theodore Mommsen’s Römische Geschichte (Roman History) was published in from 1871 to 1908 and won a Nobel Prize in 1902; his systematic effort to understand the Roman system of governance, Römisches Staatsrecht had been published in 1888.  As always, scholarship on the Middle Ages was a touch later, but Marc Bloch’s La Societe foedale, (Feudal Society), a foundation-stone work in understanding medieval society, was published in 1940 (Bloch, a member of the French resistance, was murdered by the Nazis in 1944).  I cannot say for certain if Tolkien engaged with these works directly, but given his place at Oxford he could hardly have avoided them entirely, even if he wished (and even if one imagines he might have rebelled against the relentlessly materialist focus of the historical work of his day).

And as a scholar of military equipment in particular, I have to note that Tolkien, drawing carefully on the language of these medieval works, is remarkably adept at recreating in words a relentlessly Early Medieval military material culture: maul hauberks, partially enclosed helmets, broad shields that splinter and long spears from horseback.  The internet has, since then, placed the wealth of human knowledge about arms and armor at the fingertips of every writer and yet few if any modern writers are so precise.

Detail from the Bayeaux Tapestry (c. 1070), showing the sort of medieval equipment Tolkien envisages in Middle Earth.

Tolkien thus spend his life marinating in the literature produced by pre-modern societies: Greek, Roman, Old English and Middle English in particular.  And it is clear to me that in the process he developed an intuitive understanding of how these cultures imagined their worlds, how they thought about society, about politics, about their own values.  It is why his Secondary World feels so real and true; he understands the societies on which it is based at a depth few ever manage.  And how they thought about war.

Pre-Modern Éowyn

And it is here we meet what we might call out ‘First Éowyn,’ the pre-modern Éowyn.

The worldview that comes out of epics like the Iliad or Beowulf should feel immediately familiar to a reader of The Lord of the Rings.  Naturally, across such a chasm of cultures, there will be differences but heroes in these epics are presented as primarily chasing renown, which they accomplish by competing with each other in deeds.  War, of course, is the principal stage upon which this competition takes place, but not the only one.  But this headlong pursuit of renown is almost invariably tied up with death: there are few ‘old heroes’ in these stories and those that do appear – like Nestor in the Iliad – appear as much as pathetic figures as anything else.  No one really listens to the advice of Nestor in the Iliad (only Telemachos listens to him in the Odyssey), an old blowhard who has outlived his renown and thus much of his value in these societies – they listen to Achilles, to Agamemnon, to Odysseus, men in their prime who are still performing great deeds.

This connection of death and renown is explicit in the Iliad, through its central character, Achilles, whose menis, (‘wrath’) is set out as the poems theme.  In Book 9 he reveals that, unusual amongst men – he is, after all, a demigod – he has two mortal fates.  “For my mother, the silver-footed goddess Thetis told me of the two-fold fates bearing me to death.  If on the one hand I remain here, fighting about the city of the Trojans, I will lose my return-home, but my renown [kleos] will be imperishable.  If on the other hand I return to my beloved fatherland, I will lose my great kleos, but long shall my life endure, and the doom of death shall not fall upon me.” (Iliad 9.410-416)  Achilles, the consummate hero, naturally chooses to remain and although the poem ends before his death, every reader or listener would have known that Achilles, by choosing to remain and defeat Hector, the mightiest Trojan, had both achieved that undying renown (we are, after all, still talking about him), but at the same time, had doomed himself to die beneath the walls of Troy.

Likewise, of course, Beowulf.  While Beowulf’s superhuman strength – he has a nasty habit of breaking his own swords, he is so strong – defines many of his fights, the defining aspect of her person is the one the poem ends on, that is he lof-geornost “most desirous of fame” (3182).  Lof – praise, fame, renown – serves much the same role as Greek kleos (or Latin laus or gloria), as the central thing for which heroes compete.  Thus, episodes like Beowulf’s accounting of his exploits upon arriving at Heorot (399-424) before his boast to defeat Grendel and his prickly response when Unferth tries to play down his exploits (499-606).  Renown, reputation for great deeds was all.

But heroism and death are linked in Beowulf as they are in the Iliad.   Deep into his old age, when a dragon strikes his kingdom, Beowulf we are told was “too proud to line up with a large army against the sky-plague” (2345-9).  Instead he takes only a small band and when most of these abandon him in fear, he confronts the dragon alone, declaring, “I risked my life often when I was young.  Now I am old, but as king of the people I shall pursue this fight for the glory of winning, if the evil one will only abandon his earth-fort and face me in the open.” (2510-15).  When Beowulf’s one stalwart companion, Wiglaf rushes to his aid, he encourages Beowulf, “Go on, dear Beowulf, do everything you said you would when you were still young and vowed you would never let your name and fame be dimmed while you lived” (2663-66).  Beowulf, of course does go on, in a fight he knows full well will claim his life, yet render his renown imperishable.  How could a man who is lof-geornost do otherwise?

These characters and their motivations, of course, have their attitudes rooted in their own societies and time.  War was not constant in these societies, but it was regular, an occurrence that cycles in and out like the seasons, a society which wholly lacked it was incomplete, perhaps even dysfunctional.  Participation in war in these societies was, after all, often an essential part of the transition from boyhood to adulthood for young men.  It is easy for us to miss how central this could be for these societies. 

By way of example, we might take Aeschylus.  Aeschylus, if you are not familiar, was an ancient Athenian playwright, a writer of tragedies – the higher, more prestigious form – and was by far the most famous playwright of his generation; arguably of any generation. He was the only playwright whose tragedies continued to be restaged in festivals after his death, the equivalent of the very greatest writer-director of his day.  We have the text of Aeschylus’ funerary epitaph, engraved on his gravestone.  It reads (in translation), “Beneath this stone like Aeschylus, son of Euphorion, the Athenian, who perished in the wheat-bearing lands of Gela; of his noble prowess the grove of Marathon can speak, and the long-haired Persian knows it well.”1

No mention of his plays, his many first-place finishes in theater competition at religious festivals.  But Aeschylus fought at Marathon, the most famous battle of his age and thereby won the renown of which his tombstone boasts, that Marathon can speak of his fighting skill and his Persian foes remember it.

For the men of the ‘military class’ – defined differently in each society – war also never fully left them.  Few heroes of the Trojan War ever come home: both Achilles and Hector die on the battlefield.  So too, of course does Beowulf, mortally wounded by his last triumph, the slain dragon.  And Roland likewise does not survive his famed and doomed last stand at Roncevaux Pass.

That was not merely story convenience.  The citizen-warriors of Greek city-states (called poleis) continued to serve when the polis went to war deep into old age.  Socrates, born c. 470, fought at Potidaea in his 30s, at Delium in his 40s and at Amphipolis, likely nearing 50.  Military age for an ancient Greek polis ended only around 60.  Likewise, knights did not ‘retire.’  Their status as warriors was an essential part of them that continued deep into old age and could only be laid down if they took up another equally totalizing vocation, by taking holy orders as a monk. A knight too old to fight was a pathetic figure, not an aspirational one.

We meet this same historically grounded vision of war in early on in Éowyn.  Indeed, as we come to know the character, it dominates her thoughts.  As Éowyn pleads with Aragorn to take her down the Paths of the Dead and Aragorn reminds her that she has – again – been chosen to lead Rohan in the king’s absence and against the possibility that he and Éomer might not return, she responds, “Shall I always be chosen?’ she said bitterly, ‘Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?” (RotK 62; emphasis mine).  When asked what she fears, she responds, “A cage…to stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire” (RotK, 62; emphasis mine).  Éowyn at this point seeks to take part in that competition for renown; chiefly she fears being forever barred from it.

And that comes inexplicably linked with her own attitude towards death.  When Éowyn declares to Aragorn, “I do not fear either pain or death,” (RotK, 62) it is not an idle boast.  She is, in effect, attempting to make the same choice as Achilles: to choose the short, glorious life over the long life lived without renown.  When Éowyn confronts the Witch King she stands “faithful beyond fear” not because she thinks he can win – she promises merely “do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may” – but because for someone seeking a glorious death, the Witch King holds no fear (RotK, 127-8).

And even in the Houses of Healing, Éowyn holds to this vision of war.  When Gandalf describes her as “waking…to hope” she responds “At least while there is an empty saddle of some fallen Rider that I can fill, and there are deeds to do. But to hope? I do not know” (RotK, 158-9)  To Faramir she declares, “And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.”  Shortly thereafter, we get an even clearer statement from Éowyn , “I cannot lie in sloth, idle, caged. I looked for death in battle. But I have no died, and battle still goes on” (RotK, 264-5; emphasis mine). I think it is easy to miss but we must stress Éowyn is in these pages actively seeking death, because she can see no better ending, no better conclusion than that of Beowulf or Achilles.

We recognize the deep and self-harming depression in Éowyn’s death wish, but this is the script her culture has for her to achieve renown: she must ride into war and not out of it again. That perspective feels real because it is grounded in Tolkien’s own deep erudition of the literature of the kinds of societies Éowyn comes from – and the answers they have to her struggles and pains.

But, of course, Tolkien had another experience of war. This experience.

Via Wikipedia, a photograph of no man’s land near the Somme, 1918. The fallen soldiers are Canadians, but the National Archive entry for the photograph does not note which unit.

Tolkien’s Modern War

Once again, I imagine a fair bit of this is known to many of you but I think it is worthwhile to cover the details.

On June 28, 1915 J.R.R. Tolkien, 18 days out of his undergraduate education, applied for an officer’s commission ‘for the duration of the war.’  It is worth, I think, offering a bit of background here, as Great Britain came to the First World War in something of a different position than the powers on the continent.  The continental European powers had, by 1914, adopted armies along the lines of the Prussian army that had won the Franco-Prussian War (1870-1), which had led to the formation of Germany.  Under that system, these countries prepared very large reserves in peace time: young men were processed through the military, given basic training and after a few years’ service discharged to be called up when war came in their millions.  Rapid Prussian had won them the Franco-Prussian War and so this system was designed to keep the whole male populace in readiness for such a war.

Consequently, when the war broke out in August, 1914 the continental powers fielded massive armies: nearly two million Germans, one and a half million Russians, one and a quarter million Frenchmen, and half a million Austrians.  By contrast, Great Britain – protected by the Royal Navy and as concerned with colonial wars than European ones – had maintained a small, well-trained professional army and kept civilian society largely civilian.  The initial British deployment to France at the start of the war, the British Expeditionary Force, was thus supremely modest in size (albeit unusually well-trained): 115,000 men.  It was almost immediately apparent as the fighting began in the Battle of the Frontiers that this would not be sufficient.

Secretary of State for War, Herbert Kitchener created what would be the ‘New Army,’ a larger all-volunteer force to fill out the ranks and enlarge the British force to fight the kind of warfare in the trenches it was now facing.  The initial plan was for 500,000 volunteers; more than five million men would fight in the British Army during the First World War.  These were not the experienced, professional soldiers of the early BEF (the ‘old contemptibles’ they called themselves) nor were they reservists drawing out familiar and long-stockpiled weapons from depots laid in long preparation for just such a war.  Instead, they were the flower of British youth, drawn by patriotism to a war for which they were unprepared, to be fed to ravenous Ares by their hundreds of thousands.

Via Wikipedia, men of the Lancashire Fusiliers, Tolkien’s regiment (though not his battalion; this is the 1st battalion, Tolkien fought with the 11th) moving through a communications trench in 1916.

It was into this rapidly expanding force that Tolkien was commissioned, with the war already very much underway.  Enlisting ‘late’ as he had wanted to complete his studies Tolkien reported for training on July 19, 1915 and on the 4th of June, 1916, Tolkien was shipped to France to the Western Front.

He had arrived just in time for the great testing of Kitchener’s New Army (some elements of which had already been in combat for a year), a planned joint Franco-British offensive along the Somme River.  The French role in the attack had been downgraded because the German assault on Verdun (begun February of that year) had diverted French reserves, but this equally meant that the attack at the Somme would have to go forward no matter what and had to continue, no matter what went wrong: German attention from the straining French lines had to be diverted.  The battle, which began on the first of July, 1916 and ground horribly on until the 18th of November, was, of course, a famous and terrible failure.

Tolkien, deployed with the 11th Lancashire Fusiliers, arrived near the front on the 27th of June, by which point the pre-assault artillery barrage had already begun; preparatory barrages in WWI could last days or weeks.  Tolkien’s unit was in reserve for the first days of the battle (begun July 1), but his close friend and T.C.B.S. fellow (Tea Club, Barrovian Society)2 Robert Gilson was killed on the first day of the battle, by shellfire; he would not be the last of Tolkien’s boyhood friends the war claimed.  It was artillery that did most of the killing; infantry did most of the dying. Tolkien’s unit worked burial detail for the first days of the offensive as they waited to rotate forward.

Tolkien himself moved up to the front with his battalion on the 14th of July; battles in WWI ran for months and the bodies of those slain two weeks earlier remained in places on the field.  An attack that night to capture the village of Ovillers-la-Boisselle failed with heavy losses – Tolkien and his fellows watched as other elements of the 7th brigade tried to take the ground, were thrown back and then were sent to try themselves; Tolkien’s job as a signal’s officer was the hopeless task of trying to maintain the wire that enabled cable communications.  Another assault on the 15th, with no more success had left another British unit, a Warwickshire battalion, stranded behind enemy lines, so the Lancashire Fusiliers set to the bloody, muddy work of blasting their way with grenades through the trenches to relieve them.  By the 17th, the village had fallen; it had cost the British 5,121 men to take a tiny village that before the war had a population of just a few hundred and in any case had been bombed out of existence long before they arrived.

Via Wikipedia, a map of the Battle of the Somme (1916). The village of Ovillers can be spotted near the northern edge of the fighting area; this was where Tolkien saw combat in June and July.

Tolkien was back in the line in October for an attack on the 21st, which succeeded in the small ways that assaults in the First World War could: a little ground and a few prisoners taken and heavy losses on both sides.  Since Tolkien had arrived, his battalion had lost sixty men dead, four hundred and fifty wounded and another seventy four missing (out of a notional strength of roughly 1,000), a casualty rate of almost 60%. The Lancashire Fusiliers were kept in existence as a unit through the offensive only through continuous replacements.  Having been in and out of the front lines since June, on October 25th, Tolkien fell sick with trench fever, communicated by the lice that lived in the trenches. The sickness saved his life.  Not all of his friends were so lucky: fellow TCBS member Geoffrey Bache Smith was killed by shrapnel in November during the closing days of the battle.

As Tolkien himself famously notes in his preface, “to be caught in youth by 1914 was no less hideous an experience than to be involved in 1939 and the following years.  By 1918 all but one of my close friends were dead.”  It is striking that it is in the aftermath of this experience – Tolkien himself played down any notions that he was writing Middle Earth ‘in the trenches’ – it is in the aftermath of this experience that the first long, coherent part of the legendarium comes together and it is one of the bitterest and most tragic: the Fall of Gondolin.  One cannot help but sense in the lost innocence and spoiled purity of Gondolin, that Tolkien had lost a great deal too.

Far from the heroics of the tales in his books or of Eowyn’s dread hopes, his experience of war had been more like Bilbo’s experience. Like Tolkien, Bilbo at the Battle of the Five Armies comes to battle reluctantly, for a fight he had hoped could be avoided, and he is swiftly incapacitated – struck down by a stone rather than by trench fever.  When he returns to health, he finds not glory, but simply the list of dead friends: Thorin, Fili and Kili.

Robert Gilson (KIA Jul. 1, 1916), Ralph Payton (KIA, Jul. 22, 1916), Geoffrey Smith (WIA Nov. 29, d. of wounds Dec 3, 1916), Thomas Barnsley (KIA, Jul. 31, 1917).

Also like Bilbo, when the next war came, aged, he could only stay in Rivendell and wish good luck to the next generation that must bear the peril and wait anxiously for their return.  Of his sons, Michael Tolkien commissioned as a lieutenant in the British Army in 1941; Christopher joined the R.A.F. in 1943.  Mercifully, both survived.

Tolkien’s deep reading of ancient and medieval literature had equipped him to understand pre-modern societies in peace and in war: how kings and captains lead, how their armies are formed, what castles and fortresses are for and how they are made, what values and words hold them together, but his experience in the First World War of course shaped him also. In some cases, in trivial ways – as noted Tolkien knows, intuitively, how fast men march because he had been a lieutenant responsible for drilling and marching men.

But he also comes with a different, modern vision of war. To me, this has always come out most clearly in two passages: the dread that the defenders of Minas Tirith experience, watching Sauron’s army prepare their assault, complete with artillery and trenches of fire, unable to intervene to stop them, which seems so clearly to evoke the dread of bombardment and assault in the trenches of the Western Front.  And of course, Frodo’s sad reflection at the end of his journey, “I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me.”  The Return of the King, in particular, clearly stands as one of the great works of the Great War.  Tolkien’s deep and long marination in the literature of ancient and medieval societies, his mastery of their traditions, equipped him to write about societies like theirs, and wars like theirs, with a masterful understanding of their world; his experience of the First World War prepared him to understand those conflicts in a way his historical subjects rarely could.

Resolving Éowyn’s War

And at last, we can return to Éowyn in the Houses of Healing and perhaps understand her better, caught not between the woman and the warrior (Tolkien will let her be both), but between the two wars in Tolkien’s life: the glorious wars of heroes doomed to die he found in his books and the brutal, all-consuming horror that he was doomed to survive.  This contradiction comes together in many of Tolkien’s characters, but strikingly in Éowyn.

When Éowyn wakes first she is surprised to see Éomer, “for they said that you were slain. Nay, but that was only the dark voices in my dream. How long have I been dreaming?” (RotK, 158) Frodo, too, has dark dreams of the horrors of his part in the War of the Ring that never quite go away and one detects here an echo of what many in his generation experienced, of wounds that “cannot be wholly cured” (RotK, 299).  Éowyn has ridden out heroically, she has stood in battle heroically before a great foe and triumphed.  Yet, in her words, “I looked for death in battle.  But I have not died, and battle still goes on” (RotK 264-5).  She sought glory and achieved deeds of the greatest valor, but has found only real war: she looked for the beaches of Troy but has found the mud and of Flanders; all the glory of deeds bled away leaving death as the only future she can see.

Faramir seeks to offer Éowyn a way forward, the way Tolkien himself must have found, a way past war and glory and death to something greater – peaceIt is a distinctively modern vision which imagines that the end of war might yet be found on this side of the grave. We, of course, already know that Faramir – who loves not the bright sword for its sharpness – has grown past the heroic, Homeric view of war and now he tries to draw Éowyn forward. Faramir declares to her, “you and I have both passed under the wings of Shadow, and the same hand drew us back” (RotK 266). Éowyn at first refuses, “I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle” (RotK 266) – and even seems to wither once the Shadow of war departs (her chance at a glorious death with it; RotK, 270).  But in talking with Faramir – who is open in praising that she has “won renown that shall not be forgotten” (RotK 270)– she is able to find a way beyond war: not into domesticity. Notably, he does not demand that Éowyn lay down her heroic status – unlike Aragorn, he does not offer her pity, but praise – her renown, her status as a hero is reaffirmed by Faramir, not rejected. But unlike her Greek and Norse forebearers – or so many of Tolkien’s childhood friends – she can enjoy that reward at peace on the other side of war.

Tolkien has, in a sense, gifted Éowyn with his modern conception of war, enabled her to see beyond war to the possibility of enduring peace and to the promise of a life lived for “all things that grow and are not barren.”  In Éowyn – though not only in her – he has reconciled the war of his books with the war of his life.

Blast from the past!

Jan. 3rd, 2026 12:36 pm
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OK, today is the day I'm going to talk about a topic other than Heated Rivalry, because something amazing just happened.

Back in high school when I was 17 and in the 6th form (as we called it then, same as junior year in the US), my first boyfriend was a US exchange student from Illinois called Dave, a farm boy from the vicinity of Springfield, south of Chicago.

This morning I was woken up by someone knocking on my door at about 9am. I'm a night owl so I'm not always up then. I staggered about calling out for them to wait, and after pulling on some clothes, opened the door to find an older guy asking if I knew [my name]. And it was Dave. Neither of us recognised the other at first sight, obviously.

So for the past 3 hours we've been talking, catching up and exchanging reminiscences, filling each other in on our lives. He was only in NZ for 3 months back in our high school days and I think it was a pretty intense experience for him, urban New Zealand (Christchurch, where I grew up) being very different from rural Illinois, and my family were more liberal than his so I was a bit wilder than the girls he was used to. We thought we were in love, of course, and he says he was heartbroken to have to leave me, and that he regretted never corresponding with me afterwards - I thought my heart was broken, too, and wrote to him a few times, then stopped when there were no replies.

We dated for several weeks and were both virgins when we finally had entirely unprotected sex, not long before he had to return to the states. We had sex several times after that, ostensibly "going to the movies" but actually to a quiet park near where I lived, putting a blanket on the ground in a copse of trees. Apparently, (I have zero recall of this), I wrote to him after he got back home and told him that I hadn't gotten pregnant, thank goodness! (I do remember anxiously waiting for that period to come). His mother read that letter for some reason, and gave him hell! So I think he was kind of traumatised by that and never replied to me. He regrets that, now, and one reason for seeing me again was to apologise.

It's not like either of us has been carrying a torch all these years, but I think he really liked New Zealand and had fond memories, and he and his wife came back here as tourists in their fifties. He has a son back in the states and a daughter in Sydney, so when he decided to take a trip downunder he hired a private detective to try to locate me (as he's not great with computers and searches etc.) I'm not easy to google under my own name as although it's an unusual one, there's an Australian poet with exactly the same name, so all the hits are for her.

Anyway, eventually, through torturous routes via my old employment as a doctor, Dave got an address for me, but the street number was slightly wrong. (He wrote to me but it'll have been returned to sender). Luckily, today when he went to the wrong address across the road from me, a neighbour helped him to figure out the right number and he ended up on my doorstep.

So I was a bit muzzy, just woken up and no tea or breakfast yet, and my flat is a complete tip right now. Fionna who cleans for me Mondays is on a 3 week Christmas break, and every day I keep meaning to do a big tidy-up and put away dirty dishes and paper grocery delivery bags that are all in a big heap, but I hadn't gotten around to it due to a) painting seasonal cards each day, and, b) being obsessed with Heated Rivalry rewatches, fanfic, and art! Anyway, Dave didn't turn a hair at the mess, and frankly I'm past caring about that sort of shit these days.

We had a nice long talk, comparing notes about our lives.
  • I'm happily single - he was married, not very happily, had an affair then got divorced, then his wife died from cancer. He has twins - a son and daughter, in their 40s.
  • I'm staunchly leftist - he voted for Trump for specious conservative reasons and now regrets a lot of the Trump administration's bullshit. He didn't seem full-on MAGA but I told him I was anti-Trump so we wouldn't talk about that. He seems otherwise a nice guy, not bigoted, sings in his local choir, Christian in a social sort of way, cares about his kids, friends, and local community.
  • I was a doctor (a psychiatrist, then ran the local psych registrar training programme) - he was a farmer, then elected to the state legislature, then worked for a passenger rail company. We're both retired.
  • He's a prepper! He told me a little about how he's set up his farmhouse with a two year food supply and various other survivalist gear. I'm into apocafic, so weirdly we have something in common there, and have exchanged book recs for favourite post-apocalyptic series!
  • He's intrepid enough to still be traveling the world. He flies small planes and is having a space-age plane built. It's called the Samson Switchblade - a 2-seater plane that on landing, folds itself up into a fucking 3-wheeler sports car/bike! He plans to travel more widely in the states, once it's finished and delivered. Obviously he's well-off, from selling the farm's land (most to the government as flood mitigation rewilding), and a good pension after the legislature work. I'm also comfortably off due to a sensible superannuation plan (same as what he calls a pension) plus as an only child I inherited my parents' house, and sold my own. But I stopped flying anywhere after Covid, and never plan to get into an aeroplane again.
  • He's fairly trim, with just a knee replacement (used to be a runner), but he has Parkinson's disease, with a noticeable hand tremor. I'm generally healthy but also fat and profoundly unfit, with limited exercise tolerance.
  • He's not at all tech-savvy in terms of phones or computers, whereas I'm comfortable with all that and a lot "younger" than him in my internet activities.
None of those differences mattered - it was just nice to catch up again. We've exchanged emails, and I plan to write to him and tell him what a blast it was, seeing him once more after so many, many years. He's off to other parts of NZ now, and Australia.

I'm still feeling a little stunned, but that may be low blood sugar as I still haven't had breakfast.

Dave, thanks so much for remembering me and tracking me down. I hope you have a blast with your amazing transformer plane before the Parkinson's gets too bad (and that you never need that two year food supply).

Man, what a way to start the day!

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Posted by Bar Mor Hazut

You only need to do what you were hired for.

When an employee quits their job, a company usually has two choices: Either hire someone new to take on the workload or find an existing employee willing to take on the extra responsibilities. 

It comes as a surprise to no one that many companies would do anything to avoid the former option, since they can save a whole paycheck if they first try the latter. That leads employers to go on a campaign to convince an existing employee to essentially do the work of two people. Some employers succeed, making it seem like a good career opportunity for their hardworking employees to work even harder without any reward. Other employers are met with pushback, since their employees understand the situation and who has the upper hand.

If your employer comes to you with the offer to take on the workload of an employee who quit, it's important to remember that you don't have to say yes, and that you can have terms of your own. For example, if your manager hands you extra responsibilities, that's the perfect opportunity to ask for a pay raise. If everyone in the company worked their brains, they would understand that a pay raise is much more profitable than hiring a new employee, and it shouldn't be a difficult decision to reward an already hardworking employee willing to do more work for a bit more money.

Unfortunately, as we mentioned earlier, most companies prioritize the cheapest way to achieve their goals, often resulting in no pay raises, even for those who deserve them. So they would rather find an employee who would do the work for nothing in return than to spend a little extra on actually rewarding them for it.

When the employee in the story below asked for a raise after their employer told them about the extra workload, they were unsurprisingly denied. Luckily, this employee knew that they were not obligated to agree to the extra workload and told their employer that they would only do the work they were hired for. When the employer asked other employees for the same thing, they all said the same–either give us a raise for the extra workload, or hire someone new.

Keep scrolling to read the rest of the story…

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Posted by Remy Millisky

This party had a super awkward ending when guests who'd parked in a neighboring driveway found themselves blocked in! 

If you're friendly with your neighbors, it's okay to ask them if you can borrow their driveway for a party. You should probably invite them to that party if you do so! You might want to request that your guests be allowed to park out front of their house as well as using the driveway if you're expecting a ton of guests. That maximizes your guest parking space, while also minimizing your chances that guests will park in other spots that they shouldn't be in. 

Of course, to do this, you actually need to have some give and take in your relationship with your neighbor. If the two of you are constantly butting heads and having little spats, your neighbor might not be so inclined to help you out. 

For example: this dude. As this person explained, their neighbor has been parking in their driveway for months! He's literally been told over and over again not to do that (I mean, does he not have space on his own property??). But as this person shared, the neighbor has an excuse. He keeps insisting that "it's just for a sec," as if he has any right to claim ownership over someone else's property in the first place. 

Well, this is a mess around and find out kind of situation, because that quick second of parking swiftly turned into a majorly embarrassing situation for that neighbor. It's like that famous episode of Seinfeld where Jerry and Elaine get stuck at a party way after it's ended, frustrating their hosts… except in this case, it seems like tons of guests were all stuck, and I imagine they were furious at the host for putting them in that situation! 

Just imagine: you've told all your guests they can park in the neighbor's driveway, since you think the neighbor is a push-over… only to discover that the neighbor has blocked all your guests in and left for the whole weekend. Now, the guests would be knocking on the door, having to get Ubers or call other friends to get them, all while leaving their precious cars at some stranger's house for an entire weekend. It's totally humiliating, and it's the kind of thing that could really ruin one's status as a good party host! 

Absolute Penny Arcade: Part Two

Jan. 2nd, 2026 09:36 pm
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Gabe's been buying comics through Comixology and reading them on his fancy pants color Kindle thing, and I started messing with it because now I want to catch up on shit, but he's essentially grabbing digital versions of trades and I am looking for a buffet. The Comixology subscription thing felt like a pain in the ass to use; I tried the trial and shut it down the next day. Because most of what I want to catch up on is DC shit I tried our their buffet and glutted myself on Absolutes, both Batman and Wonder Woman, and chewed up Woman of Tomorrow which was an absolute blast. Now I see why he wanted to draw all this crazy crap, and today's offering is the dark fruit of this obsession. Monday's will be also! And then I think he will go to his rest because he's going crazy on these and probably developed an RSI.

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Jan. 2nd, 2026 02:29 pm
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oof, woke up at 10:30am today, after being up randomly in the middle of the night due to jetlag.

Tomorrow's a busy day (taiko + Chinese School), so gotta get my ass back in gear.

Watched some videos of Encanto with Miss R while on a nostalgia trip (she was really into the songs back when Encanto first came out), and then she had some Family Feels and there was very emotionally cathartic sniffling. I think she's getting older and more able to deal with emotions engendered by watching things. Maybe in a year or two she'll be ready to consume actual media with storylines? That would be rad because that's one of my main indulgences that I haven't really been able to do recently (spouse is really meh on movies).

Anyway, stuff I gotta do today:
- vacuum the stairs
- do Chinese school grading
- do Chinese school payroll stuff
- maybe call the rental car lady? (I got into a car accident back in July when we were driving through the adirondacks, and we totalled the rental car. It's been a complete shitshow re: rental company losing our incident report, and then not getting my insurance claim number. aiyah.) I hate calling, but also the last 2 times I called I left very clear messages about what my claim number was so it's really their fault for not tracking it? ugh.

I think I would like to wrap some projects up this weekend and maybe next week so that I can focus on my citizenship comic??? If I want to get it done by June, I'm gonna need to be drawing a page per week, aiyah.

Read this article (from Nov 29) about AI, which is not bad as far as AI bubble explainer goes: https://www.windowscentral.com/artificial-intelligence/openai-chatgpt/analysis-openai-is-a-loss-making-machine We just need to keep telling the companies all of the ways where AI is not useful. (I love that the optimistic estimate is 3 billion users of openAI by 2030. Isn't there, like, 8 billion people in the world total? So basically discounting kids and old people, they're expecting, like 80% of the world to use ChatGPT? LOL)

Also: I knew there was yogurt, matcha, and wasabi white rabbits (the wasabi ones are the bomb, btw), but apparently there's more??? Just ordered a mix bag for sampling purposes: https://www.amazon.com/Toffee】Chinese-Specialty-Chocolate-Childhood-Delicious/dp/B0FT771KBV
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Posted by Ségolène Le Stradic, Aurelien Breeden and Thomas Fuller

Fireworks attached to bottles of Champagne sent up showers of sparks that appear to have ignited insulation in a bar. The blaze killed 40 people.
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Posted by Remy Millisky

These coworkers both have strong feelings about their property management work, but neither have benefited from their on-going disagreement. 

You don't need to have identical beliefs to your colleagues; in fact, it's better when you don't. While it's fun to have workplace friends, having a diverse set of minds to tackle various problems is a winning solution. But sometimes these disagreements aren't productive. Sometimes they wind up in a wash cycle in your inbox — the same problems over and over, rinse and repeat. It seems like these 2 workers fall into that pattern, as one of them explained in their story below. They handle time-sensitive documents through their job at the NYC Department of Buildings, a job that does indeed sound very important and timely, considering how many buildings there are here, and how quickly many of them are built. Even a novice like myself could tell you that delays cost big $$$ for the entire crew involved, so suffice it to say that these guys know what they're talking about. When their office says that a document is time-sensitive, they mean it. There are fines involved! 

This worker was irritated that their colleague wanted to have his own computer login… which is honestly pretty standard. This person suggested that a solution was a computer login that anyone could use, which is just kind of unheard of in the modern age. You need to know who is doing what — you can't just let a ton of people all access one account, leaving no one accountable for mishaps. There are solutions for things like this — usually there are admin accounts and user accounts, and documents can be shared between people. There is definitely middle ground here that neither colleague is seeing. In this workspace, there's room for improvement — both workers need to collaborate so that they can actually construct a solution to their problems, rather than relying on petty instances of malicious compliance. 

Regardless of the actual solutions to this disagreement, this worker was clearly thrilled that their colleague, Dan, had to spend 6 hours of vacation time clearing up this issue. It was probably very satisfying! Sometimes it's the little wins that keep you motivated. 

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Posted by Ben Weiss

This man seems to think he has enough money in the world to attract just about anyone. His bank account, however, seems to say otherwise.

This story serves as yet another potent reminder that the power of self-delusion is real. If you repeat something to yourself enough times, you start to revise the truth to a version of it that might be more appealing or palatable and one that might even portray you in the best of ways. The problem is that regardless of how much work you may do to delude yourself into some alternative version of reality, the truth will always come back to bite you on the behind.

This 34-year-old man-child was convinced that his girlfriend was only staying with him for the money. He even went so far as to refer to her as a gold digger. Of course, he seemed to neglect the fact that she was only four years younger than he was and frequently contributed financially to their relationship, so there was absolutely no data to suggest that he was some big money-maker and she was some trophy wife. Besides, as one member of this online community cleverly pointed out in the comments section below, the man-child didn't exactly have much gold to dig.

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Posted by Christiaan Triebert and Nicholas Nehamas

Russia requested this week that the United States end its pursuit of the vessel, which was intercepted in the Caribbean on its way to pick up oil in Venezuela.
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Posted by Ségolène Le Stradic

Nestor Fischer, 17, forced open a blocked door at Le Constellation, the Swiss bar that caught fire on New Year’s Day
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Posted by Brad Dickson

It has often been said that there's no pleasing everyone, and that attempting to do so is a futile effort. However, when you're expected to please people as part of your job, you're almost caught up in an expectation of doing what is impossible.

And that is customer service, retail, and food service in a nutshell. These industries have high rates of burnout, owing to the fact that they almost require you to fracture your personality in order to meet expectations. And expectations are high, even being a manager doesn't save you from the need to feign hollow sincerity at any given moment. With many retailers adopting review systems where an 8-10 out of 10 is the only acceptable score, and anything less ensures that you're going to be hearing from upper management, asking questions as to why you weren't able to push the customer "over the line." 

There's a reason why so many large companies famous for their customer service rely on forced smiles and canned appeasement that explicitly avoids anything beyond surface level. It's all about playing to percentages and remaining as inoffensive as possible, seeming friendly without opening the interaction up for chances for things to go sideways. And when you think a customer is a "real one" and gets it, there's still a chance that they might turn around and fly off the handle about something or claim to take offence at the same witty banter.

All of this expectation can be exceedingly difficult in the mornings, when you're still bleary-eyed and fighting off a fitful sleep. It's no small task when you find yourself needing to be cheery in the mornings when you're not a morning person to start with. In any other situation, you might be excused for being a little blunt or even standoffish, but when you're in a customer service role, you hardly get that chance, as one blunt interaction can spiral out and become a big deal. 

But, after all of that, there are customers like this one who actually take offense to being greeted cheerfully and go as far as demanding that the cheerful act of banter be dropped entirely. This retail worker was all too happy to comply with this demand, turning instead to a natural, cold, and lifeless demeanor any time that customer, who was a regular, was around. This left the customer increasingly uncomfortable, and while they probably could have complained further and made a big deal about all of it, they accepted that their demand had resulted in their present reality. Definitely an important lesson to be learned in here somewhere.

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