Christopher Tolkien has just published the last volume of his life's work, beginning at age 5, of editing the chronicles of Middle Earth. His father would pay him, as a child, tuppence to find mistakes. He was recruited to the Inklings aged 21, and he has turned in the last volume, started by his father when he was 24, at age 94. Like Vox, I expect Hollywood will ruin this: Peter Jackson had some ability but those who follow him destroy while he merely added badly.

Although the Inklings are often accused of escapism, nearly all culture was engaged in a sort of dissociation because of the carnage and devastation of the First World War. Tolkien scholar Verlyn Flieger writes that Tolkien was “a traveler between worlds,” from his Edwardian youth to his postbellum disillusionment. It was this “oscillation that, paradoxically, makes him a modern writer, for . . . the temporal dislocation of his ‘escape’ mirrored the psychological disjunction and displacement of his century.”

High modernism found that escape in science, creating a stark divide between the material and the spiritual. This technical, technological, atomizing approach turns up in The Lord of the Rings with the villainous wizard Saruman, whose materialist philosophy dismisses the transcendent. Early in the book, Saruman changes his robe from white to multicolored. He explains, “White cloth may be dyed. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light can be broken.”

“In which case it is no longer white,” Gandalf replies. “And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.”

Saruman ignores that his dissection of color has eliminated something greater than the sum of its parts; he has lost view of the transcendent white light. For the Inklings, the medium of fantasy restored—or rather revealed—the enchantment of a disenchanted world. It reinstated an understanding of the transcendent that had been lost in postwar alienation.

“The value of myth,” C.S. Lewis wrote in an essay defending The Lord of the Rings, “is that it takes all the things we know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by ‘the veil of familiarity.’” In this, fantasy did precisely the opposite of what its critics alleged—it did not represent a flight from the real world but a return to it, an unveiling of it. A child, Lewis wrote, “does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods,” but “the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.”

--Hannah Long, Weekly Standard

We should honour those who have been faithful in their task throughout their life. All that is noble and worthy points to God, and that which is beautiful, true, and worthy of emulation is wisdom we can have. Christopher Tolkien has worked as a scholar all his life on the work of his father. Well done. May his respite be full of joy, and may light eternal follow him when he leaves the circles of this middle earth.

For all creation is based on the creator: we are building on a divine foundation that we ourselves despoiled. Our work is to bring glory to God in our time, in our place. Tolkien and Lewis did this for their generation: we need to do this for ours.

1 Corinthians 3:10-23

10 According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building upon it. Let each one take care how he builds upon it. 11 For no one can lay a foundation other than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. 12 Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw— 13 each one's work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each one has done. 14 If the work that anyone has built on the foundation survives, he will receive a reward. 15 If anyone's work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire.

16 Do you not know that you are God's temple and that God's Spirit dwells in you? 17 If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him. For God's temple is holy, and you are that temple.

18 Let no one deceive himself. If anyone among you thinks that he is wise in this age, let him become a fool that he may become wise. 19 For the wisdom of this world is folly with God. For it is written, “He catches the wise in their craftiness,” 20 and again, “The Lord knows the thoughts of the wise, that they are futile.” 21 So let no one boast in men. For all things are yours, 22 whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas or the world or life or death or the present or the future—all are yours, 23 and you are Christ's, and Christ is God's.

I am at a meeting over the next few days, where people will present their plans for research, discuss getting grants, dispensing promotions and honours. I will be networking about research projects I am starting. But I find myself more impatient as I get older. Much of the fashionable research topics relate to favoured minorities, to continuing to accept disability and despair, and encouraging a tolerance so broad that wisdom is filtered out.

My work has never been world beating or revolutionary. But it pays the bills. Far more important are the souls we influence than the letters after our name or the praise of this degenerate elite.

For we shall not be like them. Their work will burn in the final judgment, if not before. Let us instead build those up who will be eternal: the people who collectively are the temple of God.