November 20th, 2009
I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series from start to finish in the name of over-analysis. Spoilers ahoy.
The Vanishing Glass
Ten years have passed since the first chapter. Harry is still living with the Dursleys, who make him sleep in a spider-infested cupboard and generally treat him like crap. Harry’s tendency to subconsciously make use of his latent magical abilities doesn’t help matters. It’s Dudley’s birthday, and thanks to unusual circumstances, the Dursleys begrudgingly allow Harry to come to the zoo with them. Harry manages to have a good time until he accidentally frees a boa constrictor from its cage, which earns him yet another harsh punishment. Locked up in his cupboard, he speculates as to why strange things keep happening around him, and why he regularly meets oddly-dressed people who treat him with reverence before abruptly disappearing.
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November 12th, 2009
I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series from start to finish in the name of over-analysis. Spoilers ahoy.
The Boy Who Lived (cont’d)
Mr. Dursley has drifted off to sleep and the action shifts to Privet Drive outside. Albus Dumbledore arrives and magically turns off the streetlights before meeting up with Minerva McGonagall, who’s spent the day disguised as a cat waiting for him to show up. He confirms the rumors she has heard that Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter, but was somehow defeated when he tried to kill their son Harry. The half-giant Rubeus Hagrid arrives on a flying motorcycle with Harry, who is to be left in the care of his only living relatives, the Dursleys. The three take a moment to mourn the Potters before leaving Harry on the Dursleys’ doorstep. Harry sleeps peacefully, unaware that after this night, his life and the world will never be the same.
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November 11th, 2009
I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series from start to finish in the name of over-analysis. Spoilers ahoy.
The Boy Who Lived
In the first half of Chapter 1, we’re introduced to the Dursleys, a prudish and judgmental couple who spoil their son Dudley rotten. They have an embarrassing secret in the form of Mrs. Dursley’s estranged sister, Mrs. Potter, and they are careful never to speak of her or her husband and son. But then Mr. Dursley has a very strange day in which he witnesses flocks of owls, a suspicious cat, and overhears odd people in colorful cloaks talking about “the Potters” in hushed tones. He speculates uncomfortably that these Potters are his in-laws, but after a terse conversation with his wife, decides to ignore these omens and assume it has nothing to do with him.
I’m going to stop there, because there’s a lot to comment on even before Dumbledore shows up. More…
November 10th, 2009
Ever since I plowed my way through Deathly Hallows in one day back in June of 2007, I’ve been meaning to re-read the complete Harry Potter series. I wasn’t always a fan; being naturally distrustful of anything that’s hugely popular, I needed a lot of high-school peer pressure before I would willingly dip my toes into the whole phenomenon. But the first book grabbed me, bringing back fond memories of childhood fantasy favorites like The Dark is Rising and Goblins in the Castle, and by the time I’d finished Prisoner of Azkaban the deal was sealed. I had to admit that Harry Potter, just like the Beatles and The Simpsons, was actually popular for a reason. These were solid, well-written adventure books with compelling characters and richly detailed settings.
Now that time has passed, the series has come to its end and I myself am a (still unpublished) fantasy novelist, I think it’s as good a time as any to come back to the books for a fresh look. And since I claim to be a writer, I might as well start a blog series about it. This is the way of the Geek: sure, I’ll cave in and enjoy something with a lot of mainstream appeal, but I’ll be sure to get way too into it, and thus maintain my status as a snobby outsider, snort. More…
October 28th, 2009
Hubris – that is, the first draft of Hubris – is complete. 90,000 words have brought me to the most wonderful words to write in all writingdom: The End. That wordcount, incidentally, makes this book the longest piece of writing I’ve ever done. That’s not interesting to anyone but me, but welcome to the blogosphere.
Now two things await me: champagne and sleep. Someday soon I will have to face the long agony that is revision, but for now, I get to relax while my third novel sits dormant and awaits my return.
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