BOOK: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by J.K. Rowling, John Tiffany, Jack Thorne
SYNOPSIS (goodreads): Based on an original new story by J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany, a new play by Jack Thorne, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is the eighth story in the Harry Potter series and the first official Harry Potter story to be presented on stage.
It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn’t much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband and father of three school-age children. While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places.
While I agree that compared to the books, this play wasn’t exactly as wonderful, I have got to say that I really loved it. It made me feel like I was back home. I’m not disappointed. I expected this. It’s not one of the books, but it’s still pretty enjoyable.
I’ve read some pretty harsh reviews of the script, and the only thing I could think of while reading them were that they were stupid. I know, I know, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. That’s fine, but can I just say that I expected more from Potterheads? J.K. Rowling clearly stated in the very beginning that a script was going to be published, not an actual book. So what I don’t get is why people have been expecting a real book. Nonetheless, here’s what I thought about it.
In a post-Voldemort world, some would say that the characters had lost their essence, and while I agree that it was, of course, a bit difficult to see the characters in a completely new setting, the fact is that that only took me about five minutes. I was completely absorbed in the play five minutes in. And as for the characters, there wasn’t really a lot of difference. Ron, especially, did not disappoint me at all. And for that matter, Harry didn’t either. He was his usual impulsive self. Hermione was always level-headed, as I expected her to be. And I absolutely loved the character development given to Draco; I couldn’t be happier about how that turned out. So, really, the characters were their usual awesome selves. And then there are the young characters. Albus, Harry and Ginny’s second child, and Scorpius, Draco’s son, were such well-fleshed out characters, and their friendship somewhat took me back to the original trio’s. Albus was the spitting image of Harry, but I especially loved Scorpius; he was Draco’s son, and yet he was his own person. He chose to be different. I couldn’t have asked for more.
As for the “many” plot-holes, there weren’t all that many, I think. I suppose some things were incredulous, but one thing that I would like to add is that the world of magic has advanced by a good number of years. So, I won’t give any spoilers, but that’s something that could maybe explain some things.
I realize that many people felt like this was a fan-fiction written by a 13-year old, but, really, was it? I certainly didn’t think so. Also, it is the script of a play and that is important to remember. So much happens so fast, and I get that that is a lot to wrap your heads around, but because it is a play, of course, so much has to happen so fast.
Again, as I said, it isn’t another Harry Potter book, and do we really want that? I don’t think I do. The series was perfection, and it ended in perfection. This was something different. And in a way I’m glad that it was different. If this had been another book, of course, I would have been disappointed, but it wasn’t. And the fact is that this was good for feeling nostalgic and returning to a place I consider my home, but the series is perfect as it is; adding more to it will only distort things, and I don’t want that at all.
To conclude, I’m pleased to say that it made me happy, and I needed that. I don’t think Harry Potter could or would ever disappoint me.
Published by Mahima Kapoor