Wagner's grand opera cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen returns to the Metropolitan Opera in New York on Saturday in Robert LePage's excitingly technological production. We all know the story, with its stirring Wotan, evil dwarf Alberich, tragic valkyrie Brünnhilde, heroic Siegfried and the cruel dragon he slays. It's the German National Epic.
Wanderer, storyteller, wise, half-blind, with a wonderful horse.
By Nancy Marie Brown
Showing posts with label Wagner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wagner. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Wagner and Iceland
Wagner's grand opera cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen returns to the Metropolitan Opera in New York on Saturday in Robert LePage's excitingly technological production. We all know the story, with its stirring Wotan, evil dwarf Alberich, tragic valkyrie Brünnhilde, heroic Siegfried and the cruel dragon he slays. It's the German National Epic.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Snorri Sturluson, the Homer of the North
Song of the Vikings: Snorri and the Making of Norse
Myths has reached that delightful stage called
“advance reader copies,” or ARCs—delightful for the writer because I get to see
the final cover design, read my publisher’s description of the book, and (best
of all) relish the first readers’ comments, or blurbs.
How Palgrave Macmillan describes Song of the Vikings:
“Snorri Sturluson, the thirteenth-century
Icelandic chieftain who gave us Odin, Loki, and Thor, was as unruly as the
Norse gods he created.
“Much like Greek and Roman mythology, Norse myths are still with us.
Famous storytellers from JRR Tolkien to Neil Gaiman have drawn their
inspiration from tales of the long-haired, mead-drinking, marauding and
pillaging Vikings. Their creator is a thirteenth-century Icelandic chieftain by
the name of Snorri Sturluson. Like Homer, Snorri was a bard, collecting and
embellishing the folklore and pagan legends of medieval Scandinavia. Unlike
Homer, Snorri was a man of the world—a wily political power player. One of the
richest men in Iceland, he came close to ruling it and even closer to betraying
it… In Song of the Vikings, author Nancy Marie Brown brings Snorri
Sturluson’s story to life.”
Jeff Sypeck, author of Becoming
Charlemagne, wrote:
“For readers who’ve long sensed that older winds blow through the works
of their beloved Tolkien, Song of the Vikings is a fitting refresher on Norse mythology. Without stripping
these dark tales of their magic, Nancy Marie Brown shows how mere humans shape
myths that resonate for centuries—and how one brilliant scoundrel became, for
all time, the Homer of the North.”
Scott Weidensaul, author of The First Frontier, said:
“In medieval Iceland, one of the most remote
corners of the known Earth, a very un-Viking Norseman named Snorri Sturluson
crafted the heroic mythology on which rests everything from Wagner’s Ring cycle
and the Brothers Grimm to Tolkien (who considered Snorri’s work more central to
English literature than Shakespeare’s) and even the evils of Nazism. In Song of the Vikings, Nancy Marie Brown
brings to vivid life this age of poetic Viking skalds, of blood feuds and
vengeance raids, of royal intrigue and fierce independence, when the barren,
beautiful landscape of the North was haunted by trolls, giants, and dragons—all
of which Snorri, the most important writer the world ever forgot, captured for
eternity.”
Why are
ARCs delightful?
Because they got it. “Unruly”
is the perfect word to describe Snorri Sturluson and his creations—and I didn’t
think of it. “How mere humans shape myths” is an excellent summary of my
theme—again, I wish I’d written it. A medieval Icelander influenced Wagner,
Grimms’ Fairy Tales, Tolkien, the
Nazis—yes, that’s the point I was making, that and the importance of not
forgetting a great and influential (if unruly) writer.
Song of
the Vikings won’t be in bookstores until October, but I’ll be
sharing more about it in posts throughout the summer and early fall. Meanwhile,
I’m planning my book tour. If you’d like me to visit your library, local
bookstore, bookclub, or school, please let me know.
And if you’re lucky enough to attend Book Expo America in New York next
week, stop by the Palgrave Macmillan booth and pick up an ARC of Song of the Vikings.
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Lord of the Ring of the Nibelungs
My biography of the Icelandic writer Snorri Sturluson, Song of the Viking: Snorri and the Making of
Norse Myth, has just gone into production at Palgrave-MacMillan. The
official publication date is October 30. (Loud cheers and hurrahs!) Here’s an attempt
I made to explain Snorri’s importance. Clever readers will also see that it
explains the name of this blog, “God of Wednesday”:
Peter Jackson’s long-awaited film of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit is in production in New
Zealand.
“Das Rheingold,” the
first episode in the Metropolitan Opera’s thrilling new production of Richard
Wagner’s four-opera cycle, “The Ring of the Nibelungs,” is being sung in New
York tonight.
What do these cultural blockbusters have in common, besides
dwarves, dragons and awe-inspiring technological wizardry?
The obvious answer is a magic ring.
Tolkien categorically denied any connection. In a letter to
his publisher in 1961, he slammed the Swedish edition of The Lord of the Rings, the sequel to The Hobbit. When the translator opined, “The Ring is in a certain
way ‘der Nibelungen Ring,’” Tolkien scoffed: “Both rings were round, and there
the resemblance ceases.”
The translator’s theory was “a farrago of nonsense,” Tolkien
wrote. “He is welcome to the rubbish, but I do not see that he, as a
translator, has any right to unload it here.”
Yet connecting the two artists is neither rubbish nor
nonsense. Both Tolkien and Wagner based their fantastical worlds on the
writings of a thirteenth-century Icelander, Snorri Sturluson.
In 1851 a German translation of Snorri’s Edda and parts of the Poetic Edda was given to Wagner. A later
German poem, the “Nibelungenlied,” is often thought to be Wagner’s inspiration,
particularly since his “Ring,” first performed in 1876, became the ultimate
expression of Germanic folk culture. But a point-by-point comparison shows
Wagner to be more indebted to Snorri.
In the 1920s, while teaching at Oxford, J.R.R. Tolkien tried
to add Snorri to the English canon.
He argued that reading Old Icelandic was more important than reading
Shakespeare—Icelandic was more influential, more central to our language and
our modern world.
Snorri, son of Sturla, was a lover of poetry, a writer of
history and saga, and a teller of myths. One of the richest chieftains in
Iceland in the early 1200s, he could call up armies of thousands. He himself
was not a fighter, but bought favors or won them at law. He had few scruples,
and could out-argue anyone. He was fat, troubled by gout, given to soaking long
hours in his hot tub while drinking stout ale—not a Viking warrior by any
stretch of the imagination. Shortly after finishing his classic books in 1241,
he was murdered cowering in his cellar: He had betrayed Iceland’s other
chieftains and made a pact with the king of Norway, selling out Iceland’s
independence so he himself could be called an earl. And then, rather foolishly,
he had betrayed the king.
Yet his work lives on. He may be the most influential writer
you’ve never heard of. His Edda may
be the most important book you’ve never read.
A 1909 translation calls it “the deep and ancient wellspring
of Western culture.”
All the stories we know of the Vikings’ pagan religion—the
Norse myths of Valhalla and the Valkyries, the World Tree Yggdrasil, the
Rainbow Bridge, Ragnarok or the Twilight of the Gods—come from Snorri. He is
our major, and often our only,
source.
Without Snorri, we would know next to nothing about the god
for whom Wednesday was named (Odin, Wagner’s Wotan). Ditto Tuesday (Tyr),
Thursday (Thor), and Friday (Freyja or Frigg).
The history of Scandinavia in the Viking Age (roughly 793 to
1066) we know almost entirely through Snorri. With his vivid portraits of kings
and sea-kings, raiders and traders, he created the archetype of the Viking: the
tall, blond, independent warrior who laughs in the face of death.
And from Snorri’s books springs modern fantasy. All the
novels, films, video games, board games, role-playing games, and on-line
multi-player games that seem to
borrow their elves, dwarves, dragons, wizards, and warrior women from The Lord of the Rings have, in fact,
derived them from Snorri and the Icelandic literature Tolkien so loved.
In 2013 The Hobbit
is forecast to arrive on the big screen. If you miss tonight’s “Das Rheingold,” you can guarantee your seats to next
season’s complete “Ring of the Nibelungs” performances by subscribing to the
Met’s 2012-13 season. When the magic of the rings envelops you, give a thought
to an Icelander from long ago. Because of Snorri Sturluson’s wizardry with
words, our modern culture is enriched by Northern fantasy.
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