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William Shakespeare: Macbeth

Friday, August 7th, 2020

Thain av Glamdis, general Macbeth vinner et stort slag mellom Skottland og Norge. Etter slaget møter han tre hekser som spår at han skal bli Thain av Cawdor, og deretter konge. Macbeth blir utnevnt til Thain av Cawdor for seieren i slaget, og anser seg som sannspådd. Han går derfor en blodig vei for å at den andre spådommen også skal bli sann.

“The Scottish play” er jo et veldig klassisk verk. Selvsagt en helt fantastisk tekst, som flyter flott, og er spennende i seg selv. Her er krig og kamp, mord og dolker, spøkelser og galskap. Men her er også spørsmålet som gjennomsyrer handlingen: Går Macbeth i ferdiglagte gjerninger, dømt av sjebnen, representert ved de tre klassiske nornene i hekseskikkelser? Eller sørger han for sin egen undergang i fri vilje, med sine blodige gjerninger?

Alle burde få med seg Macbeth i en eller annen form. Ikke er det et spesielt langt stykke heller.

Terry Pratchett: The Witch’s Vacuum Cleaner and other stories

Thursday, May 14th, 2020

Da salige Sir Terry var ung skrev han små morsomme historier for den lokale avisa. Veldig morsomme faktisk. I denne samlingen har han blåst støv av avisutklippene, pusset litt på teksten, og lagt dem mellom to permer. Dette er blott til lyst for barn i alle aldre. Genren er en mellomting mellom hysterisk fantasy og skolestil. Anbefales for tennenes skyld. Min favoritt: Novelleserien om det Ville, Ville Vesten – altså Wales, inkludert blødmer som The Great Coalrush, sheepboys, og den strenge sheriffen, jeg mener landsbykonstabelen, som rydder opp i byen fra salen på sin trofaste, eh, sykkel.

Gard Sveen: Den siste pilgrimen

Monday, May 11th, 2020

Oslo, 2003. Tommy er en litt sliten drapsetterforsker i Oslopolitiet. Kona gikk fra ham fordi han banket henne!, han unngår venner, jobber for mye, men er likevel hovedtrener for jenter 14, og har et godt øye til en av håndballmødrene. Så er det to drapssaker. Først finner noen studenter restene av tre lik i Nordmarka. Så blir en gammel krigshelt, tidligere statsråd, og pensjonert entrepenør, funnet nærmest hakket i stykker i sin bolig på vestkanten. Tommy og resten av voldsgruppa må starte en møysommelig etterforskning, som går over det ganske land – og utland. Her er det så tett mellom nordic-noir-klisjéene, at jeg nesten har gitt opp boka etter de første kapitlene. Den evinnelige taperen av en drapsetterforsker – det mangler bare at han drikker i smug – det gjør Tommy Bergmann heldigvis ikke. Alle personer blir kontinuerlig referert med fullt navn. Det hører vel genren til, men blir slitsomt i lengden. Men så er det heldigvis en twist: Parallelt med opprullingen av mordgåten får vi historien om den vakre hemmelige agenten Agnes, som på oppdrag for hjemmefronten under krigen infiltrerer miljøet av tyske offiserer og norske kollaboratør, og lar mannfolkene ligge strødd etter seg. Jeg lar meg engasjere mer og mer etterhvert som fortellingen om Agnes skrider fram, og Tommy Bergmanns etterforskning til slutt står igjen som en ramme for Agnes’ historie.

Det er tydelig at forfatteren har svært god greie på den norske forholdene under andre verdenskrig. Jeg tror han muligens har litt å hente på taktisk etterforskning og de regler en politimann må (eller i det minste bør) forholde seg til, men det kan jeg tilgi. Dette er en svært godt sammenskrudd kriminalroman, der kvaliteten øker på utover i boka. Jeg kommer til å lese mer av Gard Sveen i framtida.

Are Kalvø: Hyttebok frå Helvete

Thursday, April 30th, 2020

Hva gjør du når du har reist vekk fra naturen, fordi du elsker asfalt under skoene, og ikke lyng, når vennene dine mister håret og humoren og fredagspilsen, og i stedet finner seg selv og selve roen og freden, på en fjelltopp med armene i været, men du ikke forstår poenget. Ikke i det hele tatt. Are Kalvø finner seg selv i denne situasjonen, og ønsker å prøve å forstå. Eller i alle fall late som. Så kan man kanskje tenke at hvis poenget var å faktisk prøve å forstå, så ville det vært fornuftig å gå Besseggen i solskinn, og ikke tåke, samt lagt første tur i Nordmarka til en helg da det var meldt finvær. Men det var kanskje ikke poenget her å være sakelig.

Are Kalvø skriver om seg selv. Det er selvsagt så morsomt at jeg finner meg selv fnisende i en stol langt etter sengetid.

Arthur Golden: Memoirs of a Geisha

Monday, April 20th, 2020

Japan, 1929. Chiyo og Satsu Sakamoto finner seg selv på et tog vekk fra faren og den døende moren, og ender opp i Kyoto. Chiyo i en okiya, mens storesøsteren Satsu blir sendt til et bordell. Chiyo forteller i langt tilbakeblikk om livet i okiyaen, og hennes mange kamper fra tjenestejente til geisha.

Dette er veldig engasjerende lesning. Den romantiske rammefortellingen er ikke spesielt spennende. At den lille hakkekyllingen av en andunge ender som svanen i dammen er ingen overraskelse. Men det er alltid spennende å lære om tider og steder jeg ikke kjenner fra før. Geisha-kulturen i Japan var for meg helt fremmed. Jeg trodde geishaer var prostituerte. Det var de altså ikke. Snarere var de artister og selskapsdamer som kunne sprite opp et party, eller bestilles som underholdning eller kunstnerisk innslag til en bedriftskonferanse eller et offentlig arrangement. Tesermoni, ritualer, klesdrakt, og absurditeter (i moderne øyne) som auksjon på møydom hører også til historien.

Den norske oversettelsen bærer litt preg av hastverksarbeid, så les den gjerne på engelsk.

Roald Dahl: The Twits

Saturday, April 11th, 2020

Herr og fru Dust plager dyr og fanger fugler for å stue dem. De er dessuten passe grusomme, også mot hverandre. Straffen kommer ubønnhørlig til slutt. Kort og morsomt og absurd og litt infernalsk og bestialsk. Moro for unga. Dette er klassisk litt gøy og litt skrekkelig av Roald Dahl.

Kenneth Grahame: The Reluctant Dragon

Thursday, April 9th, 2020

Da jeg vokste opp var det noen bøker jeg leste igjen og igjen og igjen. Sannsynligvis først og fremst fordi ingen hadde introdusert meg for Tolkien, leste jeg opp igjen Narnia og Robin Hood og Det suser i sivet av Kenneth Grahame gang på gang, hvis jeg ikke hadde annet å pløye gjennom. Jeg tror Det suser i sivet er den eneste boka av Grahame som er oversatt til norsk. Hvis ikke hadde jeg kanskje kjent til The Reluctant Dragon fra før, men av en eller annen uforståelig grunn ser det ikke ut til at den er oversatt til norsk.

Og det er synd, siden dette er en liten skatt av en barnebok. Vår lille helt av en bondesønn er en bokorm, og får heldigvis lov av foreldrene å være det, som seg hør og bør. Og siden han har lest ganske mye, mener han at det er han som bør ordne opp med dragen, da faren, en enkel sauegjeter, finner ut at den gamle dragehulen faktisk er bebodd. Ja, av en drage. Her er det gammel britisk humor og bittelitt moral og visdom i passe porsjoner.

Dette er en ren fornøyelse. Bare synd den er så kort.

Creation Day (J.R.R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion)

Wednesday, December 25th, 2019

A version of this text was presented as the lecture for Creation Day, Holmlia Church, 2019-06-19.

[Introduction: Excerpts from The Ainulindalë accompagnied by folk music improvisation on organ and violin]

Some of you may know that I’m a Tolkien enthusiast. I give away Tolkien books on my own birthday. Sometimes I feel like going door-to-door with The Lord of the Rings and its gospel; *Ding* *dong* Goood Morning! Did you know that Tolkien’s books may change your life? (What is that? Yes, Good Morning in all meanings of that expression, thank you). Now, as I can present this before you here in church, I probably won’t have to.

For many, the language professor John Ronald Reuel Tolkien only means his books The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. Some have even not read any of his books, but may have seen films with strange wizards, orcs, elves, and a good deal of fighting. But this is Creation Day, so in this small lecture there will be less orcs, Gandalf, Bilbo, Frodo, and the Ring. Instead I will talk a bit about Tolkien’s thoughts on God as the Creator, his Creation, and Men, as God’s sub-creators.

In the introduction, we heard lines from Tolkien’s creation myth, the Ainulindalë, that is, The Music of the Ainur: God gives the Ainur, that is, his angels, a theme to improvise over. Then he lets the song unfold, and when the song is finished, he shows them what they have sung. He says: Ëa! Let this world be! And the song is the World. When the song is sung, its life is the history of the World unfolding. Isn’t that just incredibly beautiful?

The Ainur enjoys the high mountains and the deep valleys, and the sea, and the elves, and the trees, and the flowers, and the animals they have sung about. But in the middle of the harmonies, Melkor’s dissonance is heard. The mightiest of the angels sets his own thoughs above God’s thoughs, and wants to rule, and in pride, fill the void with subjects under his dominion. But what first sounds like destroying God’s theme, is itself taken up in the song, and makes it even more fulfilled.

In the motion of the sea, the song is most clearly heard. Now further in the Ainulindalë, we hear how Melkor in his rebellion makes extreme cold, freezing the water, and uncontrolled heat, boiling it to steam. But in the midst of the freezing cold, we get beautiful snowflakes, and from the heat and steam, there are clouds and life-giving rain. Tolkien shows us that even when the Creation is challenged by evil, God can always turn the evil to something good in the end. God doesn’t want evil to happen, but when it happens, hope is always there. And when Time comes to its end, and the final chord is sung, we may see that hope and faith in the middle of evil, gave the most beautiful music played in God’s honor.

Those reading Tolkien’s books will soon observe his joy of nature. The books are swarming of life. There are bushes and flowers and trees of all kinds, and everything has value; from pipe weed to oak trees. There are insects and foxes, eagles and ravens, bears and elephants, and even the simplest flower may be important and save lives. Tolkien loved the landscape were he grew up, with meadows, woods, small rivers, hills, and the other crossroads with an inn with good beer. But he also loved the snow in the high mountains, the mighty large rivers, the deep cloven valleys, the sun in the sky, the stars of Elbereth, thunder claps and storm over mountains, and the wind of the sea. There is a lot of God’s creation wihin Tolkien’s Middle Earth.

Tolkien criticize those who says that fairy-tales and fantastic stories are just escapism, and have nothing to do with reality. In one of his most known lectures, he turns this upside-down: In a World of evil, somebody wants to tell that there is Light in the darkness and make stories of Hope. What is wrong with that? And Escaping means getting from prison to freedom. That is a Good Thing!

Tolkien says that one of the most important features of a fairy-tale, is to experience anew the small and large wonders of the World. When in The Lord of the Rings we read about Frodo coming to the elven wood Lothlórien; For the first time in his life, he realizes what a Tree really is. He feels the bark, the trunk, the branches, and the leaves. They are full of color and smell and sound and Life. The Ents, the sheperds of the Trees, that watches over the woods of Fangorn Forest, sing and talk to their trees, and mourns them when they die. Trees are so much more than something that’s just there. Go and watch and smell and enjoy the life of the trees in the grove you pass on the way to work every day.

Aragorn and his rangers have watched over Hobbiton and Bree, and held evil forces away, without the people living there knowing about this. When you get to live in freedom and peace, remember in thankfulness who built the peace, and who is watching over it. After reading about the faithful friendship between Sam and Frodo, find again the joy in the relations to your friends. When the story about Aragorn and Arwen’s long awaited marriage is told, or Faramir’s spontanous proposal to Eowyn, or Rose and Sam’s happy wedding, renew the joy of your partner, and delight in your choice. Fantasy and fairy-stories gives us the opportunity to recovery, to find again the fantastic from the domestic.

Man is special in God’s creation. Tolkien meant that God has put a spark of his creating power within us, making us more than animals. In telling myth and stories, we make new things that weren’t there before. We are sub-creators.

When we make new stories, or tell or retell myths, they are of course not the Truth. But as the light is spread through a prism making a spectrum of colors, our stories are created from the True Light. Thus, Myth and stories may show us a glimpse of the Truth. This is good, and not only because they come of God’s true Light. When light is broken into colors, they are no longer perfect white: Some becomes red, some blue, some yellow, some violet. But in this spectrum of colors, something new has been created, that earlier was not. And it has value in itself.

Unfortunately, we can not all write like Tolkien. There are those that try, and you get … things … like Game of Thrones and other garbage. But when we use our talents, we are sub-creators too. If that is being a priest, or taking pictures, or making music, or doing accounting, or sports, or teaching, or baking, or programming, or carpentry; That is fullfilment of the potential of God’s light through us. With all our strange shapes and colors, we bring fourth a richness that would not exist without us. And though our sub-creation is not perfect, it still has its source in God’s unbroken bright light.

The Rivendell Resort for the Resting (J.R.R. Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings)

Tuesday, December 24th, 2019

I read Tolkien’s “Canon”, that is, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion, every year about Christmas. So also this year.

What was Bilbo up to after he left Hobbiton, and until Frodo met him again in Rivendell. While there are few explicit mentions, there are some cues that we may explore.

First, when Bilbo was packing and leaving Bag End after his long expected party, he was again going with dwarves. They are not named, but it seems likely that they are the same who delivered goods from Dale to the party, and have probably stayed in the guest rooms of Bag End since. No dwarves were mentioned at the party, and I guess they would have, had they been present. So Bilbo goes with the dwarves, and as he tells to Frodo later, he goes on his last journey all the way to The Mountain, that is, Erebor, and to Dale. He comes too late to visit his old friend Balin – he had left for Moria. Then Bilbo returned to Rivendell. No more is told about his travels back, though it is easy to speculate. When he left the Mountain, returning homewards the previous time, he was invited to the halls of his friend the Elven King, that is Thranduil of Mirkwood/Greenwood the Great, but gently rejected the offer. It would be natural to pay him a visit on his second return westwards. The elves would give him safe journey through the forest. By legend, he was probably well known to the Beornings too, and I would guess he got a safe and well escorted journey back over the Misty Mountains.

Back in Rivendell, Frodo got acquainted to Aragorn the Ranger. If Bilbo uses one year on his journey to Erebor and back to Rivendell, he is 112, and Aragorn would be at the frisky age of 71. While Aragorn is often away, helping in the watch of the Shire, or on errantry for Gandalf, like going hunting for Gollum, he is probably often back in Rivendell. Bilbo speaks of him as his good friend, the Dùnadan, and when they sneak away in the Hall of Fire, it sounds like it is not the first time they redraw to look over his verses.

So what has Bilbo done over the next 16 years? Like the Asbjørnsen and Moe, or the Grimm brothers, he has literally collected fairy tales. The Red Book of Westmarch that goes from Bilbo and Frodo to Sam at the end of the story, contains several long stories and verse translated from Elvish by Bilbo. Within this frame, this is what we may call the Silmarillion Traditions. And based on this, he may have written quite a few verses of his own. When he recites for Erestor and other elves in the Hall of Fire, it is clear that this is not the first time he does this, though he does not often get asked for a second hearing.

Finally in Rivendell, Bilbo got his own parlor. After Frodo’s reception dinner, and all the singing and reciting of verse in the Hall of Fire, we are told that Frodo and Bilbo retreats to Bilbo’s room, where they can exit to a veranda that looks out over a garden and the river. We know Bilbo was always fond of his garden, and it is nice to know that the elves of Rivendell provided him with one just outside his room.

If I had to grow old in solitude, I’d like a room at the Rivendell Resort for the Resting, please.

J.R.R. Tolkien: The Hobbit

Monday, December 23rd, 2019

I read Tolkien’s “Canon”, that is, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion, every year about Christmas. So also this year.

There is said so much about this book already, so instead of adding more non-interesting chatter to the World, I’d rather again this year show off my latest acquisition to my Hobbit collection: The annotated Hobbit:
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This is a true treasure for Hobbit fans. In addition to the actual text, it contains tons of information, like the contemporary context for the book, different versions and updates among the many editions, possible inspirations and related texts, fun facts, illustrations from Hobbit variants of the World,

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notes on the meaning of names and places, and so much more.

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It even contains the full text of The Quest of Erebor, that was meant as an appendix for The Lord of the Rings, but was cut before its release.

This is the revised and expanded version of The Annotated Hobbit. We owe great thanks to Douglas A. Anderson who must have gone to extremes while researching for this edition.

This book is greatly recommended for those who enjoy being immersed in footnotes, distractions, and fun facts while reading. Ah, that would be the typical Tolkien fan, I guess.

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It is another great addition to my ever growing list of Hobbits.