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Picture me, a kid with a beat-up copy of The Hobbit, totally obsessed with dragons and rings that could ruin your life.
Thatโs where my love for fantasy kicked off, and I bet plenty of you have your own origin story with the genre.
Today, in 2025, Iโm still hookedโbut wow, has fantasy changed since J.R.R. Tolkien first scribbled about hobbits?
Back then, it was all epic quests and good guys versus bad. Now? Itโs gritty, diverse, and sometimes downright weird.
Iโm here to walk you through how we got from Middle-earth to the wild, sprawling worlds on my bookshelf todayโbuckle up, because itโs one heck of a ride.
Where It All Began: Tolkienโs Middle-earth
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I canโt talk about fantasy without starting with the granddaddy of it all: J.R.R. Tolkien.
When The Hobbit hit shelves in 1937, followed by The Lord of the Rings in the 1950s, it wasnโt just a story, it was a revolution.
Tolkien didnโt invent fantasy, sure, but he gave it a shape that stuck. Before him, you had fairy tales and myths, scattered bits of magic and heroism. Tolkien?
He built an entire world. Middle-earth wasnโt some vague backdrop; it had languages, histories, cultures, and stuff that made you feel like you could step right into it.
What I love about his work is how grounded it feels, even with all the elves and orcs running around.
He drew from old Anglo-Saxon tales and Norse mythology, weaving them into something epic yet personal.
I mean, who hasnโt felt a little like Frodo, carrying a burden way too big for their shoulders?
Back then, fantasy wasnโt a โgenreโ the way we see it now, it was more like a one-off masterpiece. Publishers didnโt know what to do with it at first, but readers? They ate it up.
The Ripple Effect
Tolkienโs influence didnโt stop with his books. Nope, it spread like wildfire.
Writers in the โ60s and โ70s started thinking, โHey, I could build my world too.โ You got folks like Ursula K. Le Guin with her Earthsea series and quieter, more introspective, but still packed with magic.
Then thereโs Terry Brooks, whose Sword of Shannara in 1977 leaned hard into Tolkienโs blueprint: chosen heroes, dark lords, the works. Some called it derivative, but Iโd argue it was more like a love letter.
Fantasy started splitting off into different flavors around then. Not every story needed a hobbit or a ring.
Le Guin brought wizards and dragons into a more philosophical space, while others went darker or weirder.
Still, Tolkienโs shadow loomed large and big quests, good versus evil, sprawling maps in the front of the book. It was the gold standard.
The โ80s and โ90s: Branching Out
Jump ahead a couple of decades from Tolkienโs heyday, and fantasy wasnโt just tiptoeing around anymore, it was sprinting, flexing, and showing off what it could do.
By the time the โ80s and โ90s rolled in, I was practically drowning in paperbacks, my room a mess of dog-eared spines and scribbled bookmarks.
Take Robert Jordanโs Wheel of Time, which roared onto the scene in 1990.
That series was a beastโ14 books by the time it wrapped up!โand it tossed everything into the pot.
Prophecies that kept you guessing, ancient evils lurking in the shadows, and a dozen cultures smashing into each other like tectonic plates.
Iโd hunker down with a flashlight way past midnight, flipping pages, completely sucked into Rand alโThorโs next move.
Would he save the world or crack under the pressure? Jordan didnโt just write a story; he built a saga that felt alive, sprawling, and downright addictive.
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Then thereโs Tad Williams, who kicked off Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn in 1988 with The Dragonbone Chair.
He grabbed Tolkienโs blueprintโepic quests, looming threatsโand bent it into something new. Less of that clear-cut good-versus-evil stuff, more shades of gray muddying the waters.
I still remember plowing through that book, bleary-eyed but buzzing, when it hit me: โWait, heroes can be flawed, messed-up people too.โ
Simon, the main character, wasnโt some polished knight; he was a kid stumbling into a destiny he barely grasped.
Williams kept that grand, sweeping feelโmaps and allโbut layered in a rawness that made it stand out. It was familiar yet bold, like a remix of your favorite song that somehow tops the original.
A Touch of Grit
Something else happened around then: fantasy got grittier.
Authors like Glen Cook with his Black Company series flipped the script entirely. No shining knights here, just mercenaries slogging through the muck, trying to survive.
Iโll admit, the first time I read it, I wasnโt sure what to make of it. But that raw, unpolished vibe? It grew on me. Fantasy didnโt have to be noble or pretty anymoreโit could be messy and real.
And donโt get me started on Robin Hobb.
Her Farseer Trilogy in the mid-โ90s broke my heart in the best way.
Fitz, her main character, isnโt some destined savior; heโs a guy stumbling through life, making mistakes, getting hurt.
Hobbโs writing hit me right in the gut. It showed me fantasy could zoom in on one personโs story and still feel huge.
The 2000s: Enter the Modern Age
By the time the 2000s rolled around, I was starting to see fantasy everywhere, not just in books, but in movies, games, you name it.
The Lord of the Rings films dropped starting in 2001, and suddenly everyone and their cousin wanted a piece of the genre. Bookstores couldnโt keep up. But what blew my mind was how writers took that momentum and ran with it.
George R.R. Martinโs A Song of Ice and Fire had been simmering since 1996, but it exploded in the 2000s (and later with Game of Thrones).
Martin said, โForget noble quests, letโs talk politics, betrayal, and dragons.โ
Iโd sit there reading, jaw dropped, as he killed off characters I swore was safe. His world felt alive, brutal, and unpredictable. It wasnโt Tolkienโs tidy morality, and thatโs exactly why I couldnโt put it down.
Authors from all over started adding their spices to the pot. N.K. Jemisinโs The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms in 2010 was a game-changer for me. Her gods and mortals tangled in ways Iโd never seen, and the proseโman, it sang. She pulled from African myths and flipped power dynamics upside down.
Iโd finish a chapter and just sit there, letting it sink in.
The same goes for Ken Liuโs The Grace of Kings in 2015.
He mixed East Asian history with silkpunk vibesโthink bamboo tech and airships instead of castles and swords. It was bold and different, and I loved every second of it. Fantasy wasnโt stuck in medieval Europe anymore; it was global, vibrant, and alive.
Today in 2025: Where Weโre At
So, here we are in March 2025, and fantasyโs bigger than ever. Iโve got a stack of new releases on my nightstand, and theyโre all over the map. Some trends Iโm seeing:
Epic doorstoppers still exist, but I love the rise of tighter, character-driven stories. Books like Tamsyn Muirโs Gideon the Ninth (2019) mix necromancy with snarky humor in a single haunted palace. Itโs intense and focused, and I devoured it in a weekend.
Fantasyโs cozying up to other genres. Rebecca Roanhorseโs Black Sun (2020) feels like a historical epic with gods tossed in. Meanwhile, authors like V.E. Schwab blend magic with sci-fi or horror. Iโm never sure what Iโll get, and thatโs half the fun.
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Newer writers are digging into identity, race, gender, and queerness in ways that hit hard. P. Djรจlรญ Clarkโs The Black Godโs Drums (2018) is a steampunk fantasy with a Creole twist, and itโs got swagger for days.
What ties it all together, though? Imagination. Fantasyโs still about dreaming up worlds, even if theyโre grimy alleyways instead of misty mountains. Iโll flip through something like Marlon Jamesโ Black Leopard, Red Wolfโdark, mythic, wildโand feel that same spark I got from Tolkien way back when.
My Take on It
Looking back, Iโd say fantasyโs evolution is less a straight line and more a sprawling tree.
Tolkien planted the seed, and every branch since has grown its wayโsome thick and sturdy, others wild and thorny.
Iโve loved watching it change, from the high heroism of the โ50s to the messy, diverse chaos of today.
Sure, Iโll still reread The Fellowship of the Ring when I need a comfort fix, but Iโm just as excited to crack open a debut novel from someone Iโve never heard of.
