Living for the Revel (catvalente) wrote,
Living for the Revel
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Everything but the Kitchen Sink OF DARK ARTS

Apologies for lack of posting--I've been under a wave of exhaustion and malaise. It will get better, soon, I think. Or I shall turn into a weeping newt and where will that leave my dogs?

And yes, I read the Dread Book--it was...lacking. I can't help but be shocked at the drop in quality after Azkaban--which is probably not coincidentally when the whole massive phenomenon kicked in. I hated the epilogue--and yes, she has the right to write whatever she likes, and I have the right to think it is flaccid storytelling.
Why in the world isn't one of Harry's kids named Fred? Or is Ginny's grief not as high quality as her husband's? And as everyone else has pointed out, only Neville is gainfully employed. I guess not graduating has its drawbacks. It is, after all, a children's novel, so I guess it makes some sense that it is so obsessively child-oriented, but I can't help being disappointed that once again, nothing really matters between incipient adulthood and breeding. Nineteen years of nothing special, because once you are not a child, all you're doing is waiting around to produce children. This is not a purely Rowling thing (what is?) but present in most fantasy and realism alike: they were happy for many years, or unhappy, but the part of life I am currently living is always montaged. Certainly I wasn't looking to HP for salve, but I laughed to see ye olde motif so blithely repeated. Other than that...too many big events happened off screen, Ginny and Tonks were effectively non-persons once they'd been paired off, and Ron is such a repellent character that his pairing with Hermione is totally inexplicable to me, and mostly ruins both characters. Stupid and boorish, that certainly seems like her type...and of course Harry doesn't actually do anything himself, but relies on the massive efforts of everyone around him to even survive walking down the street, let alone fighting. Worst hero in literature, man. And JK's gender issues make me more and more ill with every book.

But it's over. And I do enjoy the movies and the first four books--that weird frisson of nostalgia for something you never had that Buffy manages, too. Now the world can move on, I suppose. And deal with those pesky things that books skip over because epilogues are more fun.

In other news of excitement, the Journal of Mythic Arts Summer Issue is now live, with my story La Serenissima--this is the one with the Slavic pirates I was nattering about oh so long ago. Much rejected, it finally has a home, in some pretty breathtaking company. Please do give her a read, I love this story quite a lot, for all its bumpy road.

And the Fall Issue? Well, I think it's ok to announce now that I, along with justbeast, whose fairy tale translations will appear in the issue, will be co-editing it alongside Midori and Terri, an honor for which we cannot thank them enough. The theme is Fantastic Geographies, and we are utterly thrilled to work on it.

Lastly, I will not be doing the Blogathon this weekend, as it is an anniversary of mine which I cannot miss, and this is much to my sadness, but shadesong is, and I highly encourage you to sponsor her, if you had any thought of sponsoring me.

I go to make more art in the basement. And burrow.
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