The lyf so short

SOOO for the purpose of this month's SWG challenge I am re-reading Humphrey Carpenter's Tolkien biography. (The topic of the challenge is love stories. The muses insist on an essay. Don't ask.) I know I keep saying that, but maybe I haven't yet said it here, so let me put it out here: I really really wish that Tolkien's biography could be turned into a movie at some point, because WHAT A LIFE, WHAT A CHARACTER. Seriously, it would be like Angela's Ashes, only with more Elves?

But anyway. I stiiiill haven't fouuuund what I'm looking for, but I have found plenty of great anecdotes. I know some posts have been making the rounds on Tumblr about John "Road Rage" Tolkien, and him and C.S.Lewis attending a party (NOT a costume party) dressed up as polar bears, and these are indeed delightful tales, but there are so. many. more. Many of which have been dear to my heart for years but I keep forgetting half of them and only recall them upon re-reading, so let me share them now.

There's the debating society thing, where young JRRT gives his maiden speech on a motion supporting the objects and tactics of the suffragettes. I had completely forgotten about that! How unexpected is that! Mind you, considering that this is the school debating society, everything should probably be taken with a grain of salt as it may purely be meant to provoke. But as this is also the source of the motion (probably of his own devising) 'That this House deplores the occurrence of the Norman Conquest' and the '[...]sudden flood of unqualified abuse upon Shakespeare, upon his filthy birthplace, his squalid surroundings, and his sordid character', two convictions which appear to be taken as set in stone by a lot of fans and scholars, that's certainly interesting. ("his filthy birthplace, his squalid surroundings and his sordid character"? I mean YMMV but does that sound like it's supposed to be taken literally? Incidentally, I find it curious that Carpenter adds "probably of his own devising" to the thing on the Norman Conquest, since he earlier related the story of the teacher who insisted on the use of plain old English words rather than posh Norman loan words, cf. muck vs. manure. So yeah, the speech may have been Tolkien's, but the idea? Less so? Incidentally incidentally, for a linguist who supposedly so hated the Norman influences on the English language, Tolkien certainly uses a shitload of Anglo-Norman words in the Lay of Leithian, starting in fact with "Lay", but what do I know.)

Anyway.

There's the delightful description of Tolkien's graduation: 'The school-porter was sent by waiting relatives to find me,' [Tolkien] recalled years later. 'He reported that my appearance might be delayed. "Just now," he said, "he's the life and soul of the party." Tactful. In fact, having just taken part in a Greek play, I was clad in a himation and sandals, and was giving what I thought a fair imitation of a frenzied Bacchic dance.' (I WOULD PAY GOOD MONEY TO SEE THAT ON SCREEN OMG.)

Then it's off to Oxford and the typical town vs. gown rags: 'At ten to nine we heard a distant roar of voices and knew that there was something on foot so we dashed out of College and were in the thick of the fun for two hours. We "ragged" the town and the police and the proctors all together for about an hour. Geoffrey and I "captured" a bus and drove it up to Cornmarket making various unearthly noises followed by a mad crowd of mingled varsity and "townese". It was chockfull of undergrads before it reached the Carfax. There I addressed a few stirring words to a huge mob before descending and removing to the "maggers memugger" or Martyr's Memorial where I addressed the crowd again." [emphasis mine]
*rolls under the table in helpless laughter* Fëanor? Fëanor is that you?

Or a brief return to his old school where he met up with his friends of the T.C.B.S. to perform the first ever play by an English dramatist performed at King Edward's School in Birmingham. After their performance of Sheridan's The Rivals, "the school magazine reported: J.R.R.Tolkien's Mrs Malaprop was a real creation, excellent in every way and not least so in make-up." AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! (Aside from the fact that it amuses me to no end that this super-obsessed linguist would play Mrs Malaprop of all characters, I also relish the idea of Tolkien's exploits as cross-dresser.)

On that note, this also had me rolling my eyes: [...] while as to homosexuality Tolkien claimed that at nineteen he did not even know the word.
That's such suspiciously specific phrasing that I immediately feel reminded of the "Exact Words" section over at TVTropes. I mean, I can practically see the entirety of the interview: "And was there any kind of, hm, homosexual behaviour at your all-male school, Prof. Tolkien?" - *deadpan* "Homosexual behaviour? Good God, at that age I didn't even know the word. *chews on pipe* Back then, we simply called it buggery." - "CUT! CUT!"

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At any rate, I think these crazy little episodes deserve more attention because a lot of fandom (and even more of "scholarship") has this mental image of Tolkien as this unworldly, uptight, super-serious scholar. So let's not forget that this supposedly unworldly, uptight, super-serious scholar danced on the table wearing nothing but a sheet and sandals, or hijacked a bus (WTF WTF?!) and made stirring speeches to a crowd of Oxford students and citizens (AHAHAHAH), and who strutted around on stage in petticoats and make-up. I think Tolkien scholars in particular could benefit from the occasional reminder of a frenzied Bacchic dance. Also, sympathising with suffragettes? I guess this is where Erendis got her rhetoric?

But of course the "Charge 'em and they'll scatter" story is gold as well. So keep on reblogging it, it makes me happy whenever I see it.

Ich lese gerade - Tusch, Trommelwirbel - einen Ratgeber. Eigentlich kann ich Ratgeberbücher nicht leiden, weil sie (nach meinem Empfinden) meistens am Problem vorbeireden oder gar ein Problem schaffen, wo eigentlich gar keins sein muss, und der Nutzen am Ende bestenfalls ratloses Schulterzucken und schlimmstenfalls ein miserables Gewissen ist, weil man schließlich gerade so einen klugen Ratgeber gelesen hat und trotzdem kein besserer, klügerer, schlankerer, sozialverträglicherer oder glücklicherer Mensch geworden ist.

Dass ich diesen Ratgeber überhaupt lese, ist fuchs Schuld, weil sie mir überhaupt erst davon erzählt hat, und zwar nicht nur, worum es allgemein geht, sondern auch von dem Stil, in dem es darum - nämlich das Prokrastinieren - geht. Letztlich ist dieser Ratgeber nämlich eine Parodie auf Ratgeber. Das wiederum ist mir natürlich ausgesprochen sympathisch.

Wie in "guten" Ratgebern üblich, befindet sich am Kapitelende eine Sammlung total einfacher und immens hilfreicher Übungen, mit denen man sich den Inhalt des Kapitels veranschaulichen kann, so dass man in Zukunft ganz ganz ganz bestimmt nie wieder die alten Fehler macht. Bei mir hat es schon gereicht, die Übungen nur zu lesen, um mich ausgesprochen amüsiert und unheimlich erleichtert zu fühlen (Verhaltensweisen ändern muss ich nicht mal, denn diese habe ich bereits verinnerlicht! \o/). Deswegen dachte ich mir... tu was Gutes! Teile sie mit deiner Umwelt!

Hier also fünf einfache Übungen zur Entwicklung der richtigen Geisteshaltung gegenüber wichtiger Aufgaben und zum einzig vernünftigen Umgang mit Prokrastination, nach Passig, Kathrin und Sascha Lobo, 2008. Dinge geregelt kriegen - ohne einen Funken Selbstdisziplin. Berlin: Rowohlt.

5 einfache Übungen

1. Zeitungen Seite für Seite ins Altpapier geben, um so zu erlernen, wie man eine größere Aufgabe in übersichtlichere Einheiten zerlegt.*

2. Auch mal ein Getränk zwei Jahre vor Ablaufdatum austrinken. Schon hat man eine Aufgabe lange vor der Deadline erledigt.

3. Einige Kabel wohlgeordnet in eine Tasche legen. Eine Stunde abwarten, die Tasche wieder öffnen. Den entstandenen Kabelsalat betrachten und dabei über die Sinnlosigkeit menschlichen Ordnungsstrebens meditieren.

4. Auf Bahngleisen sitzen oder liegen. Rechtzeitig aufstehen, bevor der Zug kommt. Diese Übung vermittelt ein Gefühl für das Tempo, in dem die Deadline herannaht, auch wenn vorher lange Zeit gar nichts passiert ist.

5. Den perfekten Mord planen, dann kurz vor Ausführung darauf verzichten. Darüber nachdenken, dass Untätigkeit leben retten kann.

:D
Was mich nämlich an Ratgebern AUCH gern nervt (wenn ich denn mal studienbedingt sowas lesen musste oder in Zeitschriften drüber stolpere), sind diese wahnsinnig nützlichen Alltagsübungen, mit denen man vorgeblich das Besserer(klügerer, schlankerer, etc.)-Mensch-Sein inkorporiert und sich de fakto eigentlich nur lächerlich macht...

\o/!

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*Anmerkung der Bloggerin: Lustigerweise tue ich ausgerechnet das tatsächlich - allerdings deshalb, weil ich alte Zeitungen nicht zur Füllung der Altpapiertonne, sondern zum Anzünden des Kachelofens benutze, wobei einzelne Seiten ideal, ganze Zeitungspakete dagegen ungeeignet sind...