Post by Barnakunlogged on Jul 25, 2007 15:13:20 GMT 10
Can't believe the OOC section isn't already full of tearful and outraged fans of the various dead characters.
I won't give away any spoilers, but I do have a few thoughts to put down that shouldn't ruin anything for anyone:
Book 1 had a style that was a cross between Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl. Through books 2 and 3 JKR seemed to be finding her own style, and her own 'voice' became clearer, her writing stronger. Then everything went to shit in book 4. It was like she just didn't care any more. She'd lost the feel of half the characters. Speech sounded hollow. She didn't seem to know what age her audience was, and as the plot darkened and became more serious you could feel abrupt changes as she suddenly put in a few chapters of tosh for the kiddies. You could almost say, it was rather like Emma Watson's attempt at acting.
Books 5 and 6 were no better, and what with all the bloody 'shipping they were almost painful to read (one of my friends dubbed it 'Snogwarts' after reading 6). Then BAM: book 7 is a carefully crafted, well rounded piece of work that not only largely avoids most of the pitfalls of JKR's past writing, but also manages to fill in a few gaping holes. After reading the first paragraph, I turned the book over in my hands a few times trying to see if I could spot it as a forgery.
The only reason I do not believe that the entire book was ghost-written is that one could hear in several various snatches of prose JKR's voice and her own sense of humour and true sense of who her character's are. JKR's new editor, whoever you are: why didn't you appear earlier? You saved the book, and with it the hopes of several nations of fans. It was a truly enjoyable read, and brought back to me all the reasons that I stayed awake all night when I picked up the first one. I thank you.
On a less positive note, however, I turn to my favourite character. Firstly, I wish to shout this proudly, and I do not in the least consider it a spoiler, merely bad English: TOLD YOU ALL HE WASN'T EVIL!
Snape's character had more depth that Harry's right from the beginning, and I quickly lost sympathy with the many-foibled hero who seemed perfectly happy to jump to some very unscientifically-reasoned conclusions. Snape, bless him, is a child; unable to achieve the maturity to deal with his own feelings and take responsibility for them without resorting to violence of one kind or another, inward or outward. What he does have, that Harry lacks, is discipline. He is pretty transparent, and most of his character's inner workings are predictable right the way back to book 1.
And this is what bothers me. Everything that happened in book 7 (relating to Snape) was predictable from book 1. There was a single layer there. Nothing more going on. Just everything we could all see from the beginning. I felt bitter disappointment after reading book 7, not at the eventual outcome - which I had been convinced of for some time now and believe that in terms of plot device was exactly as it should be - but at the fact that it was so simple, that there could have been more, the tracks were laid for more, but no more was there.
I almost taste the jealousy for everything still being about Harry.
I will post the rest elsewhere so as not to give anything away. Read on, the unfinished, and enjoy.
I won't give away any spoilers, but I do have a few thoughts to put down that shouldn't ruin anything for anyone:
Book 1 had a style that was a cross between Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl. Through books 2 and 3 JKR seemed to be finding her own style, and her own 'voice' became clearer, her writing stronger. Then everything went to shit in book 4. It was like she just didn't care any more. She'd lost the feel of half the characters. Speech sounded hollow. She didn't seem to know what age her audience was, and as the plot darkened and became more serious you could feel abrupt changes as she suddenly put in a few chapters of tosh for the kiddies. You could almost say, it was rather like Emma Watson's attempt at acting.
Books 5 and 6 were no better, and what with all the bloody 'shipping they were almost painful to read (one of my friends dubbed it 'Snogwarts' after reading 6). Then BAM: book 7 is a carefully crafted, well rounded piece of work that not only largely avoids most of the pitfalls of JKR's past writing, but also manages to fill in a few gaping holes. After reading the first paragraph, I turned the book over in my hands a few times trying to see if I could spot it as a forgery.
The only reason I do not believe that the entire book was ghost-written is that one could hear in several various snatches of prose JKR's voice and her own sense of humour and true sense of who her character's are. JKR's new editor, whoever you are: why didn't you appear earlier? You saved the book, and with it the hopes of several nations of fans. It was a truly enjoyable read, and brought back to me all the reasons that I stayed awake all night when I picked up the first one. I thank you.
On a less positive note, however, I turn to my favourite character. Firstly, I wish to shout this proudly, and I do not in the least consider it a spoiler, merely bad English: TOLD YOU ALL HE WASN'T EVIL!
Snape's character had more depth that Harry's right from the beginning, and I quickly lost sympathy with the many-foibled hero who seemed perfectly happy to jump to some very unscientifically-reasoned conclusions. Snape, bless him, is a child; unable to achieve the maturity to deal with his own feelings and take responsibility for them without resorting to violence of one kind or another, inward or outward. What he does have, that Harry lacks, is discipline. He is pretty transparent, and most of his character's inner workings are predictable right the way back to book 1.
And this is what bothers me. Everything that happened in book 7 (relating to Snape) was predictable from book 1. There was a single layer there. Nothing more going on. Just everything we could all see from the beginning. I felt bitter disappointment after reading book 7, not at the eventual outcome - which I had been convinced of for some time now and believe that in terms of plot device was exactly as it should be - but at the fact that it was so simple, that there could have been more, the tracks were laid for more, but no more was there.
I almost taste the jealousy for everything still being about Harry.
I will post the rest elsewhere so as not to give anything away. Read on, the unfinished, and enjoy.