It is mid-morning on a spring day in 1967. I have driven from the city of Oxford, over Magdalen Bridge, along the London road, and up a hill into the respectable but dull suburb of Headington.By the way, speaking of things Tolkienish, Josh over a eucatastrophe101, who happens to live just down the road from me (I recently discovered), has come into possession of Tolkien's recently published book, Children of Hurin.We expect a thorough review (with footnotes), Josh. Oh, and btw, that's quite a little Bosox fan you've got there!
[Update: Justin Taylor quotes an interesting review of Tolkein's Children of Hurin]
