| harry potter 7 |
[Aug. 3rd, 2007|02:25 am] |
"Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid, as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years ter the day since we met, Harry, d'yeh remember it?"
"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn't you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig's tail and tell me I was a wizard?"
"I forge' the details," Hagrid chortled.
I know, I know: Harry's going to die in some convoluted plot twist that simultaneously destroys Voldemort, thereby eliminating the possibility of spin-offs and giving a vaguely happy ending, and there's going to be fighting and serious stuff, and loads of people are going to suffer, and there'll be loads of plot twists, and Snape will turn out to be some unfathomable double-double-crosser, et cetera.
But it's these little morsels of humour that make me really, really appreciate Harry Potter. The combination of cultural parallels, technological metaphors, acute social insights and clear understanding of how people of all ages react to a range of situations and experiences...these things render the ultimate fate of the story's protagonist irrelevant to me. I anticipate the pleasure of reading all 7 books through, my enjoyment unhampered by sudden character deaths and plot twists - because Harry Potter is one of those rare fictional worlds where every angle is given equal weight, granting it the vast, broad audience that is currently has.
For the record, I've only read as far as the above quote at time of reading, so if my guesstimates prove accurate...w00! |
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