NB: This blog post will probably read a bit like a live blog, as I was so excited about receiving a certain something in the post and then reading it that I felt my progressing reaction had to be properly recorded. In between reading sessions (I spent basically the whole afternoon reading) and meals, but mainly at the extra emotional bits (of the reading, not of the food consuming), I really needed to write down the immense feels, so excuse the slightly crazed tone at times…
(Also: spoilers sort of occur – I don’t mention names or the plot but please try not to get too imaginative if you don’t want to work things out)
Sunday, 31 July 2016
So, it’s here, it’s finally here! We arrived home from a dog walk to find a beautiful package (I kid you not; I did a kind of merry jig at first laying eyes on it) by the front door: my pristine, brand new, released-as-of-last-night copy of the Harry Potter and the Cursed Child script. My excitement knew no bounds, and any plans for today were swiftly dropped. Sorry mum.
Now, I must admit, I was a bit of a post-Potter sceptic. I’m a massive fan of the books, films and particularly the queen of the wizarding world herself, JKR (if you couldn’t tell already), but I’d always been a bit hesitant about the idea of any sequel. I worried that anything else would be in danger of not living up to its predecessors, consequently maybe staining the stainless reputation of the world of HP thus far. I worried that, essentially, anything else wouldn’t be quite as good.
But, having read a good forty pages so far (when I did work experience at a publishing house I learnt about the ’30-page rule’ that they generally use to guage whether a manuscript is going to be worth a publish, so I reckon this is a decent milestone on which to make a judgement), I can conclude that my worries were utterly unfounded. I don’t want to give anything major away, but I will say that the general mood of the script at the moment isn’t a happy one. And that is perfect. I see now that that must surely be the only way to make the play work: continuing the plot from where it left off in the 19 years later bit of The Deathly Hallows, it seems realistic that both Harry and his children will be struggling with the weight of the past, and the strains that it will put on their relationships with each other. It’s the only way it could be.
What. The wizarding world as we know and love it has turned upside down. Everything has gone wrong! Very stressful!
Just finished the first part and WOW. Was not expecting that. Extremely confused. Emotionally all over the place.
Also: she is back! How could she be back? Why her? Eugh! (read it asap and you’ll get me)
Just when I thought everything was OK again: major plot twist!! And that person (again, read it and you’ll know who I’m talking about) – I knew they couldn’t be trusted…
Amid the emotional whirlwind, however, I have been admiring how old characters keep reappearing: characters we loved, characters we hated, and it’s a simultaneous walk down a momentous memory lane and a huge pull on the heartstrings, particularly with the character described as a hero in the stage directions (once again, you’ll know who I mean); I may or may not have shed several tears over that bit.
The plot is amazing; incredibly intricate and fast-paced; just when you think you know what will happen the exact opposite does. V v v exciting! I imagine it’s even better on stage, and that they’ve got a suitably dynamic and slick set. Now I completely understand why our fave JKR felt that theatre was the only medium for the story.
Not long until the end now!
The end of act 3! Massive revelation! Huge shock!
I’ve finished it. And it was wondrous. It had just the right mix of new characters, old favourites, comedic and touching moments, and I wish I could tell eight year-old me that she has another book to look forward to reading in the greatest series ever written.
All that’s left to say is to urge anyone reading this (hello there!) to go and buy this book and read it (even in a day like I did). And that I really need to get my hands on a ticket to the play. While I was reading it, I could only imagine the way in which the words on the page would be enacted, and that was exciting. In short, I know what happens, but now I’d like to see it happen. In a way, that’s the best praise a script could be given!