I often ponder the roots of the genre. Many consider 'The King of the Golden River' by John Ruskin (1841) or 'Phantastes' by George MacDonald (1858) as early contenders, but the first true fantasy novel is widely debated. 'The Well at the World's End' by William Morris (1896) stands out for its elaborate world-building and mythic themes, laying groundwork for modern fantasy. Tolkien enthusiasts might argue 'The Hobbit' (1937) popularized the genre, but earlier works like Morris’s or even E.R. Eddison’s 'The Worm Ouroboros' (1922) carved the path.
What fascinates me is how these pioneers blended folklore, romance, and adventure. 'Phantastes,' for instance, feels like a dreamscape with its allegorical depth, while Morris’s work feels like a medieval tapestry come to life. If you’re curious about fantasy’s origins, these books are like time capsules—flawed yet groundbreaking. They lack today’s polished magic systems, but their raw imagination birthed everything from 'Narnia' to 'A Song of Ice and Fire.'