And it occurs to me that UKL's rebuke has the stylistic feel of an English writer talking down about an American. Given who is the American and who is the Brit there, my irony meter's moved quite far over, along with a hint of giggling delight.
My reaction to the first (and only) Harry Potter book I read was that it was an entertaining take on the traditional English school story like Angela Brazil's oeuvre or Enid Blyton's Malory Towers series (or, indeed, some of the stories I vaguely remember from English girls' comic books when I was a kid), too, but I really couldn't see what the fuss was about, and that it certainly didn't stand comparison with the Earthsea trilogy or Philip Pullman, who I read at about the same time. Or Neil Gaiman.
More lit crit about JKR -- if it's true (which I have no reason to doubt) it's astonishingly sloppy of her
It's gonna be a wild ride for Rowling when the authoritarian reactionaries no longer need her driving wedges between marginalized groups. It's like she doesn't realize Burn The Witch is foundational here. What were her books about again? Oh.
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I think it's a common personal myth that things have been changing rapidly only recently.
My father grew up in a house where he could walk outside and shoot a .22 rifle in any direction and not worry about hitting anybody. It had a chimney in the kitchen for the wood stove. That house now has been in the middle of a city for eighty years. My mother grew up in the Dust Bowl. Her grandmother, who told stories about pulling arrows out of horses when she was young, told my mother that the difference between their family and others was that when a board fell off their house, they put it back on. So much changed in their parents' lives and their own. My mother told me she thought my father first noticed her during a party he had at his apartment. She looked at the cheap prints he had put on the walls and said, "Matisse!"