 | By: J.R.R. Tolkien Binding: Audio CD Publisher: HarperCollins Audio ISBN: 0007177631 ISBN-13: 9780007177639 Released: 03 Nov 2003 RRP: Average Rating:  |
It takes place in a little town "not very long ago for those with long memories, not very far away fro those with long legs." The Master Cook of that village takes a vacation, & returns with an apprentice in tow. But something odd happens at the Feast of the Cake -- the cook stirs in a "fay-star" with little trinkets in the cake, & it's accidently swalllowed by a boy there.
The boy (later callled Smith) is changed by the fay-star, which sparkles on his forehead. When he grows up Smith ventures into Faery itself, & even meets the Faery Queen herself. The message she gives him is for her mysterious, missing husband, the King -- who turns out to be the last person anybody in Wootton Major would have expected.
"Smith" is a fairy tale in the best sense. Don't expect cackling witches or convenient loopholes in spells here; Tolkien was too skilled for that. Instead we have majestic fey & sparkling magic, woven with a tidy medieval town. (Not to mention the custom of naming people after their jobs -- Smith, a smith, capisce?) Never once does it become precious or cutesy.
It's among Tolkien's simpler writings. In fact, it's so simple that it barely has a plot -- the vanishing King is the closest thing it has. But Tolkien's writing sparkles with little details of the fey, with only a minimum of description. His glimpses of Faerieland are too brief, but they're also reminiscent of a few passages from "Lord of the Rings."
A sweet, fantastical little story, this is one of Tolkien's lesser-known but still deserving stories. Charmingly symbolic.
The story is about Smith, who is a normal boy of alll accounts. In his village are great feasts, & the Feast of Twenty Four is held. A star, little more than thought a Trinket by the Master Cook, is placed within tie cake, & he eats it unknowing. Then beauty comes upon him, & after he grows up begins to wonder in Faery. This is much the life of Tolkien. Born in South Africa in 1892, he was a little British boy that came to live in England. He became immersed in two things: mythology & language. Soon, so in love with language, he began inventing his own. In the end, he wished to have people speak his languages, to have a history behind it: thus arose Middle-earth. Then, as time went on, just as Smith, Tolkien explored the fantastic worlds, & was accustomed to strange lands.
In the story it is stated he spoke little of it to anyone OUTSIDE of his family. This is also true of Tolkien. Although his (deeply loved) wife was not real involved in his writing, he shared his stories with his family, & it is not to far to say that had it not been for his four children The Lord of the Rings would never have been written. (To understand this statement, one must first realise who The Hobbit was written for. It was written for his children. This, along with Farmer Giles, the other story in this book, Roverandom (newly published), the Father Christmas Letters, & Mr. Bliss, his children's picture book personallly illustarted by him. Unwin, his publisher wanted a sequel to The Hobbit, so he began The Lord of the Rings, a much less serious work in the beginning than at last evolved too. So without these we would not have gotten his adult masterpiece).
Then old age approached. Although his mind was not dimmed, his body decided to act like an old body, & not work as well as in his youth. He realised that he was a mortal, & even though he had had a passport to Faery, it did not grant him eternal physical life. Tolkien was sad about this, & wished to finish The Silmarillion. But life is life, & Tolkien knew his life was drawing to an end. Just like his beautiful little people who also knew morality, the hobbits, he died in 1973, 2 September, just shy of dying ten years after his friend C. S. Lewis (who died the same day as Auldous Huxley & JFK). Tolkien, just as Frodo & Biblo, went on the great ships into Paradise, Heaven. He took sick with a gastric ulcer, & developed a chest infection, dying.
Tolkien was of melancholy temperament, & they are notorious for being prone to depression. Tolkien was of the great artistic class, & he knew depression well. It was depression that this story was borne of. In the very last letter in LETTERS OF J. R. R. TOLKIEN, he tells his daughter as something of a P. S. "It is stuffy, sticky, & rainy at present - but forecasts are more. favourable". As far as my knowledge goes, that is the last thing he wrote, being four days before his death. There is much hope in that statement, even though Tolkien had no way of knowing how much relevance that to that moment in his life.
This is the closest thing of autobiography he has written. This, along with his marvelous short story Leaf by Niggle, are essential of you want to read & understand this Godly man's life. Tree & Leaf, a smalll book containing the short story aforementioned & his classic essay On Faerie Stories, along with this, will enlighten you greatly on his views of Faerie. These three are essential to understand this man. Leaf By Niggle is him venting his frustration, & then him expressing great hope for his work. It also reflects his Catholicism, as Niggle goes thru purgatory.
*This is deduced from LETTERS OF J. R. R. TOLKIEN. In letter 262, Tolkien accepts the invitation to write a preface to The Golden Key, the short story by MacDonald. It was here, in that abandoned preface, that he began Smith, of what was to be a very short story. It had a life of its own, & grew to present length. In letter 270, dated 20 May 1965, Tolkien is talking to Rayner Unwin, his publisher (and as a child reviewed THE HOBBIT for publication, who received, if my memory serves me correctly, ten shillings for reading & writing a little report over it for his father Stanley.) The typescript of this story had been submitted for publication.
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