The appearance of a new work by J R R Tolkien is a major literary event. It is true that the same dark story, of the ill-starred Túrin Turambar, has appeared before, in different fragments, as part of the corpus of Tolkien’s posthumously published writings, edited by his son Christopher over the past thirty years; but this does not diminish the significance of the new book, which offers, to a larger readership, a free-standing and uninterrupted narrative, pruned of footnotes and commentaries.
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