JRR Tolkien’s good-versus-evil theme still resonates, especially now in the face of conflict. It began, as many things do, in a bar. An Oxford pub, circa 1940, called the Eagle and Child, or the Bird and the Baby to the locals. At Tuesday luncheons, one table was occupied by an odd assortment of men–a couple of middle-aged dons, a writer or two or three–who smoked and drank and read to each other from scratched-out, scrawled-down pages. The Inklings they called themselves. [More]

[I’d argue with the writer’s claim that ‘without Tolkien there’d be no Ursula Le Guin’! – T] [More]