Hobbit thinking might be wise

Hobbit thinking might be wise

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Originally published 19 February 2002

I first read J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings in the ear­ly 1960s. The maps of Mid­dle Earth attract­ed my inter­est. I had not pre­vi­ous­ly heard of Tolkien, and his books were only begin­ning to become cult favorites of the col­lege crowd.

I was a grad­u­ate stu­dent at the time. As I read the books, I retold the tale in a much con­densed ver­sion to a recur­ring gath­er­ing of chil­dren in the hous­ing com­plex for mar­ried stu­dents in which I lived. They hung on every word of hob­bits, elves, orcs, and ents, and, of course, wise Gan­dalf and dash­ing Aragorn.

In the 1990s, The Lord of the Rings was select­ed in four sep­a­rate polls as the “great­est book of the cen­tu­ry.” Now, with the first install­ment of Peter Jack­son’s epic three-part movie mak­ing a bid for Acad­e­my Awards, Tolkien seems assured a place in the 21st cen­tu­ry, too.

The Lord of the Rings is a clas­sic sto­ry of good and evil — pow­er, ambi­tion, greed, courage, and hero­ism. On the face of it, it is a mag­i­cal tale set in a fan­ta­sy place in a myth­ic past, but that has­n’t stopped any num­ber of inter­preters from find­ing in it lessons for our time. Tolkien wrote the Ring as his beloved Eng­land waged war against a Nazi empire that threat­ened to drag all the world into dark­ness. It is tempt­ing to iden­ti­fy Sauron, the book’s embod­i­ment of unmit­i­gat­ed evil, with Hitler.

But anoth­er char­ac­ter from the tril­o­gy, per­haps more than Sauron, has con­tem­po­rary rel­e­vance — the wiz­ard Saru­man, Gan­dalf’s trai­tor­ous counterpart.

Saru­man pro­fess­es to be inter­est­ed in knowl­edge, but his real objec­tive is con­trol. Lan­guage and mean­ing are slip­pery on his tongue. Ends jus­ti­fy means, and he is will­ing to make an alliance with evil if it serves what he believes to be the greater good.

When Saru­man speaks, “most­ly [his lis­ten­ers] remem­bered only that it was a delight to hear the voice speak­ing, all that it said seemed wise and rea­son­able, and desire awoke in them by swift agree­ment to seem wise them­selves.” One might be talk­ing about the coun­cils of Enron (a good Tolkienesque name if ever there was one) and the bub­ble of self-serv­ing pro­mo­tion that was that Hous­ton ener­gy giant before its collapse.

We can bide our time,” Saru­man says, “we can keep our thoughts in our hearts, deplor­ing maybe evils done by the way, but approv­ing the high and ulti­mate pur­pose: Knowl­edge, Rule, Order, all things that we have so far striv­en in vain to accom­plish, hin­dered rather than helped by our weak and idle friends.”

Hubris, moral prag­ma­tism, and high-sound­ing dou­ble-talk. Sauron, the Dark Lord, is the ene­my we con­tend with abroad; Saru­man, who calls him­self Wise, is the ene­my with­in ourselves.

Not least in science.

Knowl­edge, rule, order: These are the goals of sci­ence and its hand­maid­en tech­nol­o­gy. Wor­thy goals, too: Saru­man’s pro­fessed goals. As Tom Shippey not­ed in his study of Tolkien, Saru­man is the con­sum­mate tech­nol­o­gist. His name derives from the Old Eng­lish searu, which means cun­ning, with con­no­ta­tions of met­al­work and craft. Tree­beard the Ent says of Saru­man, “He has a mind of met­al and wheels.”

In Saru­man, the wheels spin out of con­trol. Shippey writes of Saru­man’s trea­son: “It starts as intel­lec­tu­al curios­i­ty, devel­ops as engi­neer­ing skill, turns into greed and the desire to dom­i­nate, cor­rupts fur­ther into a hatred and con­tempt of the nat­ur­al world, which goes beyond any ratio­nal desire to use it. Saru­man’s orcs start by felling trees for the fur­naces, but they end up felling them for the fun of it.”

Saru­man’s dream, which is often our own, is of a future tech­no-utopia con­trived by human cun­ning. What we often get instead are fouled wildlife refuges, nuclear waste dumps, poi­soned rivers, unbreath­able air.

Tolkien’s answer to Saru­man is the folksy Shire, home of the hob­bits with fuzzy feet, a sort of pre-Indus­tri­al-Rev­o­lu­tion Eng­lish coun­try­side untouched by the curse of iron or gold. But, of course, there can be no going back to a pretech­no­log­i­cal past. Knowl­edge once learned can­not be unlearned. What can be done, will be done. As Gan­dalf says: “It is wis­dom to rec­og­nize necessity.”

But Gan­dalf also says: “He who breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wis­dom.” What is required is a brake on hubris, an abid­ing love for the nat­ur­al world, and a will­ing­ness to resist what Tolkien calls the “bewil­der­ment” of trea­sure. The solu­tion to our tech­no­log­i­cal dilem­ma is noth­ing so sim­ple (or so dan­ger­ous) as throw­ing a ring into the fire in which it was forged. But a lit­tle Hob­bit pluck and Hob­bit restraint might serve us well as we feel our way into an uncer­tain future, embrac­ing the benef­i­cent arti­facts of knowl­edge, but hold­ing fast to all things that live and breathe and grow.

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