Isegoria

Asking a question like, Do balrogs have wings?, is one way to recapture the feel of medieval theological disputation:

However much fan art depicts it, for the true Lord of the Rings fanboy, there’s only one definitive source: the book itself. What does Fellowship have to say for itself?

Exhibit D:

‘His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings.’

The Fellowship of the Ring II 5 The Bridge of Khazad-dûm

Exhibit E:

‘…suddenly it drew itself up to a great height, and its wings were spread from wall to wall…’

The Fellowship of the Ring II 5 The Bridge of Khazad-dûm

The relevant Encyclopedia of Arda article continues:

These are quite probably the most hotly debated words Tolkien ever wrote. This seems strange at first, because in fact most people agree that the meaning isn’t particularly ambiguous, and that it’s fairly obvious what the statement means. The dispute begins, though, with a curious fact: like an optical illusion, this quotation has two obvious interpretations. Whatever you think it means, and however sure you are, there are plenty of people who see it quite differently.

The two interpretations:

To one group of readers, ‘its wings were spread from wall to wall’ (2) relates to the immediately preceding ‘the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings’ (1). To them, it just reinforces the preceding statement, and says nothing about any other kind of wings. On the opposite side of the debate, ‘its wings were spread’ (2) is not related to the preceding statement at all. Instead, it’s a definite reference to the Balrog’s real, physical wings.

This is the heart of the debate. As Obi Wan was fond of saying, Luke, you’re going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.

I was not expecting to see a new book review of ‘The Complete Fairy Tales’ by Charles Perrault, published in 1697, in the LA Times, but a new Oxford University Press edition has just come out:

Perrault was an iconoclast, a rebel against the tyranny of classical education in the 17th century, who set out to prove that myths based on European folk tales could have as enduring and profound an appeal as the stories of the Greeks and Romans. A new translation of his little book, by Christopher Betts, proves him triumphantly right about that, if any proof were needed.

Parents who read fairy tales to their children know how terrifying they are. Most fairy tales have a happy ending, but it usually comes only after one or more characters have died a horrible death or spent a long time in durance vile. People who haven’t read them since they were children themselves will scarcely believe that such shocking, gruesome stories are permitted in the hands of the young: Fathers who want to marry their daughters, ogres that dine on little children and a serial killer who murders his brides and locks up their corpses in a secret chamber are standard fare.

And that’s exactly why the appeal of fairy tales has never diminished. Children are thrill addicts who relish imaginary gore — and have no interest in theories about why they do so. Only a child can hear the story of “Little Red Riding-Hood” and see it as a straightforward, “what happens next” narrative. We didn’t need Freud to tell us that there were powerful sexual currents in a story about a little girl who ends up in bed with a cross-dressing wolf, who amazes her with the prodigious size of various parts of his anatomy.

The most influential of modern fairy-tale theorists was Bruno Bettelheim, who propounded the thesis in “The Uses of Enchantment” (1976) that fairy tales are fantastic psychodramas that enact the real fears of children and end with the reassurance that all will be well in the end, when they grow up. Most American children slay their demons and satisfy their appetite for righteous mayhem with cartoons and video games, but in Perrault’s day, European children had direct experience with the horrors portrayed in fairy tales. In the reign of Louis XIV, France was ravaged by famines; thus the story “Hop o’ My Thumb,” in which the parents abandon their little sons to die in the forest because there isn’t enough food for all, wasn’t a bizarre, monstrous fantasy but a plausible reality.

Unlike the other great narrative traditions, fairy tales generally have been treated as anthropological phenomena more than as literature. There’s no such thing as a definitive text of the major stories; the books read by most children are modern retellings, frequently bowdlerized to protect the sensibilities of the parents. Betts’ integral, authoritative translation of Perrault’s “Histoires ou Contes,” which renders the prose tales in lucid, polished style and (for the first time, Betts writes in his introduction) the poetry in galloping rhyming verse, captures the full measure of the tales’ suspenseful power. No matter how many times we’ve heard the stories, we still long for Cinderella’s wicked stepsisters’ comeuppance and delight in Puss in Boots’ ingenuity in tricking the ogre into transforming himself into a mouse so he can gobble him up.

Yet much of the charm of Perrault’s versions lies in their depiction of life during the reign of the Sun King, delightfully captured in 26 engravings by Gustave Doré and reprinted in this edition. The grandmother’s rustic hovel in “Little Red Riding-Hood” could be a set for a pastoral ballet at Versailles; Perrault’s ogres are landed gentry in grand châteaux, who serve baked children at their tea parties. This gloss of Gallic charm domesticates the savagery of the enchanted world in a way that Disney would later emulate with a sentimental, distinctly American optimism.

Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer provides thirty years of hip-hop history in five minutes of dapper rapping — with banjolele accompaniment.

(Hat tip to Patri Friedman, who says, Wow! It’s like reactionary nerdcore! I guess I’m now waiting for a good tweedpunk video.)

Halloween has come and gone, but Beaker’s misfortune is still a source of joy. Enjoy Muppet Labs Experiment 2Q975: Carve-O-Matic.

And Muppet Labs Experiment 5T832: Ghost Hunt:

A lesson in Cårven Der Pümpkîn from the Swedish Chef:

Behold! Habanera!

When I saw this, I felt like it was meant to happen:

Somehow I just learned that AMC has remade The Prisoner, and the miniseries begins this Sunday. (Pardon me while I run to the DVR.)

Further, AMC has put full episodes of the original 1960s show online.