And I am
now part of that fandom too! Haven’t read the books but I did binge-watch it
really fast and passionately; I now manage to include discussions about Game of
Thrones in most of my human encounters (and one with a cat but just the one).
It is a brilliant series and it is captivating and from what I hear the books
are even better! It is also an adult fandom as it is sprinkled with disgusting,
gore scenes, lots of nudity and disturbing breastfeeding scenes that are
somehow worse than all of the angles of any beheading… I am trying to keep this
spoiler free but you know which breastfeeding I mean.
I really
loved Game of Thrones and I can only assume those that watched it as it came
out, having to wait each week to see what would happen, love it even more.
However, during my extensive exposure to such a mature and ‘life is a bitch’
series I was also reading my favorite book series ever, Harry Potter. If the
contrast is not apparent, let me just say that all three main Harry Potter
characters are alive, so are their romantic interests and the strongest magical
force in the series is love. It is also a children’s book series (or so some
ignorant people claim) while ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ should be kept away from
children at least until they realize they will never get a Hogwarts letter.
So this is
basically my tribute to Harry Potter (the books really) as it came about from
my parallel journey with Game of Thrones.
So what if it is unrealistic? So what
if it is idealistic? So what if it is over-optimistic? So what if the ‘love
conquers all’ theme is a bit cheesy? It is so beautiful! It is beautiful to
read as a child because it is wonderful to be convinced that love is ancient
magic. And as an adult it is comforting to read that someone who does not appreciate
love will always underestimate how strong a drive it is. The world sucks and
that is where George R. R. Martin has it right, but you turn to books and
specifically to science fiction for some imaginative comfort and distraction.
Is it not fun to read about a magical world where you can see your diseased
loved ones in a hidden mirror and beat your materialized greatest fear with
laughter? It is even more fun to do that and then watch Game of Thrones so the
fall back to reality is even steeper.
Anyway, it
is misleading to say the two are even comparable, that is not the case, but it got you here didn't it? It is
just that the show’s realism is a good trigger for me to write this tribute.
However, by all means, if you haven’t watched Game of Thrones you should, it is
FUCKING AWESOME!! But this is not the post for such a tribute.
I don’t
think an extensive tribute is necessary; I will only focus on two instances. I
cannot fully describe the rush of warmness you feel when the name ‘Ron Weasley’
shows up on a page for the first time, knowing he becomes the best friend of a
kid that lived under a staircase for eleven years. And of course realistically, such a kid would
not be sociable enough to make a best friend on their first encounter on a
train, but J.K.Rowling’s version is so much more redeeming. Then come the tears
when one of your favourite characters died that had been around for countless
child-appropriate moments and this non-child ending is a rush of melancholia. A
movie drags it out and uses E minor chords in the background, you are forced to
feel sad in a conventional way but in these books, you fill in the gaps yourself and
the sadness is so much more pure. I, for one, was an adult on a train tearing
up because Fred Weasley died the moment Percy reunited with his family (if you
have only seen the movies you might not know what I am talking about).
I could go
on for a long time about why I love Harry Potter, book by book. These two
examples do not even talk about my favourite characters throughout the series.
But having now demolished any sort of street credit I may have had when I
bashed Justin Bieber as pre-adolescent, shit-noise (and let’s be honest that it
no street cred to be proud of) I can firmly state that I loved reading Harry
Potter as a twenty-two year old. Definitely not as much as I had when I was
younger and did not know what was going to happen but it was very similar to
being covered with a nice fluffy blanket. So, you know, re read them or if you
are that ashamed, get a son, daughter, sister, nephew to read them with. It’s
as good an excuse as any.
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