Week 31: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by J. K Rowling, John Tiffany and Jack Thorne
I am a proud member of a generation that grew up on Harry Potter. When I picked up Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone back in second grade, I had no idea what a huge influence it would have on my personality. Jump to fifteen years later, when I heard there might be a new Harry Potter book released, I swear a shiver ran down my spine. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, the script of a new play based on Harry Potter’s son’s life was one of the most anticipated books of the year and I, among millions of 20 year old ‘grown ups’, was dying to get my hands on some new Potter material.
Despite my passionate love for all things Harry Potter, fan-fiction is something I just never got into. I always felt that fanfic weirdly distorts the characters from how Rowling projected them in her book, making me feel a little different about the characters I thought I knew so well. This is exactly how reading the Cursed Child made me feeling. Like I was reading some well written, elaborate fan fiction.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child tells the story of Albus Severes Potter’s (Harry Potter’s youngest son) journey in Hogwarts. It is set in a world where the Harry, Ron and Hermione we know, are middle aged, tired parents fighting inner turmoils instead the external threats they are so used to.
While the plot was OK and the writing was good, it wasn’t really a ‘Harry Potter’ book. And though I can imagine the script being quite a brilliant play, it just didn’t work for me as a book. Maybe it’s because I refuse to see Harry Potter characters moving away from the pedestal I had put them on growing up. If you are a Potterhead, you can maybe catch it for some well meaning nostalgia. Or just save yourself the trouble and re-read the series. That would honestly be a lot more satisfying.