With a few more days of separation from my recent DMR Books blog post, I realize I missed an opportunity to plug this wonderful essay by the late, great Steve Tompkins: An Early, Albeit Pagan, Christmas in the Old North.
Steve's essay is worth reading for many reasons, but I think it sums up well a point I wish I had made better: Old Norse literature has not been mined to death, but rather its surface elements have been too frequently skimmed by subsequent authors. If you want to tap into a rich lode, mine the old, original material. But be wary of the wonders and terrors you will find, or the way they might stir some ancient, ancestral memory.
I don't think it's a coincidence that the likes of Tolkien, Howard, Poul Anderson, Moorcock, and Leiber read the Sagas and the stories of the Elder Edda and Prose Edda and drew inspiration directly from them, rather than second and third-hand re-imaginings.
Quoting Steve's piece:
Despite his occasional fallibility with regard to Robert E. Howard,
and his near-lifelong wrongheadedness about J. R. R. Tolkien, Michael
Moorcock is an extremely perceptive writer, and I don’t believe he’s ever
said anything more insightful than this:
To this day I advise people who want to write fantastic
fiction for a living to stop reading generic fantasy and to go back to
the roots of the genre as deeply as possible, the way anyone might who
takes his craft seriously. One avoids becoming a Tolkien clone precisely
by returning to the same roots that inspired The Lord of the Rings.
I know thoughtful people who are convinced that “the Northern thing” has been done to death
in popular culture. With the best of intentions they urge the fantasy
genre, on the page and on the screen, to turn to other climes and other
cultures, retiring a stripmined, ransacked iconography wherein the very
aurora borealis might now seem as tawdry and insincere as a neon
come-on. Christopher Tolkien’s presentation of The Saga of King Heidrek the Wise is not only a fascinating foreshadowing of The History of Middle-earth
but a reminder that no matter how many meretricious and mercenary
versions of the Ancient North’s mythology have been in our face, for
many of us those gods and heroes and dooms, to the extent that the
original texts preserve them, are also in our blood.