While I was at Barnes and Noble this morning, I noticed a new book on the shelf in the sci-fi/fantasy section: The Fall of Arthur by J.R.R. Tolkien with his son Christopher Tolkien. I find this unsettling on two counts:
1) J.R.R. Tolkien died in 1973. It took him 40 years to write this book. What else did he have to do for the last 4 decades?
2) On the assumption that Christopher Tolkien did most of the work, it just seems sad that he still got second billing. That’s going to make for an awkward Thanksgiving dinner, even considering the fact that Dad is going to want brains again instead of turkey.
Disclaimer: I have no opinion on the question of whether Christopher Tolkien is real.