Tolkien is back from his pipe-smoky grave, and now it’s not only the elbows of that tweed jacket being eroded. It’s Harry’s sales. Children of Hurin has pushed Harry out of the number one spot on Amazon and is ready to a stick a balrog up the arse end of anyone who gets in the way. I may actually read it. I drew a line in the sand at the Silmarilion years ago. I said, if I get through this, I swear I’ll quit fantasy for good. And I did, for a time. But now a shadow thought long gone rises in Angmar and the forces of darkness are once again descending to creep upon the lands of free men… Stop it! Stop! What’s happening to me? I like literary fiction! Someone get me 500 ccs of Ishiguro, STAT!