Christopher Tolkien, J.R.R. Tolkien's son and until recently head of the Tolkien estate, is dead. RIP.
I don’t think Chris Tolkien was really interested in doing his own writings.
Mostly because that wasn’t his forte and also I imagine, out of devotion to his farther and his legacy. He published academic writings and so on in his capacity as a professor at Oxford.
But Brian Herbert esque stuff? No. He held his father’s writings too close to heart to do anything like that.
It’s important to remember how devoted he was to his father’s legacy.It’s admittedly kinda sad not to do your own works
Sorta like living in the shadow of someone else
Even if one can make many essays and analysis of Robert E Howard’s Swords & Sorcery stories and can critique guys using public domain....if they never actually write something themselves, even a fanfic kr a story set in the universe....there’s a sort of empty lot where there may actually be lots of resources and tools and know-how nearby to make something but it’s just not done
Seems like the kind of question that would be addressed in the foreword or afterword of those books. A quick wander through Google indicates that Chrisopher Tolkein curated and edited those stories, but they were originally written by Chrisopher Tolkein when he was in the army.I wonder how much of the writing in the newly published works is Christopher Tolkien's or others. It's obvious he was a skilled, educated and creative individual himself as a glance from anybody his biographies can be readily seen and unlike say with the Brian Herbert Dune novels the more recently released material seems largely embraced by the Tolkien fan base that read the materials. But Christopher himself didn't seem to pursue much of his own personal or original works, seemingly dedicating his creative writing efforts towards adding to his Fathers legacy (or the families perhaps).
Tolkien began writing the story that would become The Fall of Gondolin in 1917 in an army barracks on the back of a sheet of military marching music. It is the first traceable story of his Middle-earth legendarium that he wrote down on paper.[13] While the first half of the story "appears to echo Tolkien's creative development and slow acceptance of duty in the first year of the war," the second half echoes his personal experience of battle.[14] The story was read aloud by Tolkien to the Exeter College Essay Club in the spring of 1920.[15]
Dammit, why did the room get so dusty all of a sudden?It’s important to remember how devoted he was to his father’s legacy.
He kept a stool his father read his stories to him too, at age 95 when he was only five himself.