On this day in September, many years ago, there finally was The Hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty book, though, filled with beetle-holes and a musty smell, but a Hobbit book, and that means comfort…
In other words: J.R.R. Tolkien’s most famousest of novels The Hobbit was first published September 21, 1937, by Allen & Unwin.
Happy 80th Birthday!
Alas, 80 years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable readers—we therefore wish you many more!
Image: Bilbo comes to the Huts of the Raft-elves via Tolkien Gateway (1937; color drawing; J.R.R. Tolkien)
The Hobbit is one of my favourite books – I loved it as a kid (my 1973 copy of the Allen & Unwin paperback is VERY well worn…). But it speaks to adults too. I must re-read it. I must admit, I had very high hopes when Jackson made the movies (all in and around where I live – I recall flying out of Wellington airport one time and getting a very good view of the Dale set as the plane climbed). Those hopes were dashed when it came out… but maybe one day, someone’ll do the book justice.
I had high hopes of the Hobbit movies as well, although more because of the involvement of various Weta folks. I’ve decided I don’t particularly care about Jackson’s way of telling stories; also it sounds like there was way too much studio meddling around the production. Too bad. Like you say, maybe some day.
I have to say, I’m a bit envious of your proximity to the filming. 🙂