Monday, July 30, 2007

More on the Harry Potter epilogue. Spoiler warning.

Copied and pasted from (I know, I know, terrible,) MSNBC.com.
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Finished ‘Potter’? Rowling tells what happens next
Exclusive: Author gives details on events after the book’s final epilogue

Spoiler alert: This story reveals some key plot points in the final Harry Potter book. So if you've haven't finished the book, J.K. Rowling asks that you not read this story.

If you found the epilogue of “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” rather vague, then J.K. Rowling achieved her goal.

The author was shooting for “nebulous,” something “poetic.” She wanted the readers to feel as if they were looking at Platform 9¾ through the mist, unable to make out exactly who was there and who was not.

“I do, of course, have that information for you, should you require it,” she told TODAY’s Meredith Vieira rather coyly in her first interview since fans got their hands on the final book.
Ummm … yes, please!

Rowling said her original epilogue was “a lot more detailed,” including the name of every child born to the Weasley clan in the past 19 years. (Victoire, who was snogging Teddy — Lupin and Tonks’ son — is Bill and Fleur’s eldest.)

“But it didn’t work very well as a piece of writing,” Rowling said. “It felt very much that I had crowbarred in every bit of information I could … In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.”

But now that the seventh and final novel is in the hands of her adoring public, Rowling no longer has to hold back any information about Harry Potter from her fans. And when 14 fans crowded around her in Edinburgh Castle in Scotland earlier this week as part of TODAY’s interview, Rowling was more than willing to share her thoughts about what Harry and his friends are up to now.

Harry, Ron and Hermione
We know that Harry marries Ginny and has three kids, essentially, as Rowling explains, creating the family and the peace and calm he never had as a child.

As for his occupation, Harry, along with Ron, is working at the Auror Department at the Ministry of Magic. After all these years, Harry is now the department head.

“Harry and Ron utterly revolutionized the Auror Department,” Rowling said. “They are now the experts. It doesn’t matter how old they are or what else they’ve done.”

Meanwhile, Hermione, Ron’s wife, is “pretty high up” in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, despite laughing at the idea of becoming a lawyer in “Deathly Hallows.”

“I would imagine that her brainpower and her knowledge of how the Dark Arts operate would really give her a sound grounding,” Rowling said.

Harry, Ron and Hermione don’t join the same Ministry of Magic they had been at odds with for years; they revolutionize it and the ministry evolves into a “really good place to be.”

“They made a new world,” Rowling said.

The wizarding naturalist
Luna Lovegood, the eccentric Ravenclaw who was fascinated with Crumple-Horned Snorkacks and Umgubular Slashkilters, continues to march to the beat of her own drum.

“I think that Luna is now traveling the world looking for various mad creatures,” Rowling said. “She’s a naturalist, whatever the wizarding equivalent of that is.”

Luna comes to see the truth about her father, eventually acknowledging there are some creatures that don’t exist.

“But I do think that she’s so open-minded and just an incredible person that she probably would be uncovering things that no one’s ever seen before,” Rowling said.

Luna and Neville Longbottom?
It’s possible Luna has also found love with another member of the D.A.

When she was first asked about the possibility of Luna hooking up with Neville Longbottom several years ago, Rowling’s response was “Definitely not.” But as time passed and she watched her characters mature, Rowling started to “feel a bit of a pull” between the unlikely pair.

Ultimately, Rowling left the question of their relationship open at the end of the book because doing otherwise “felt too neat.”

Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom: “The damage is done.”

There is no chance, however, that Neville’s parents, who were tortured into madness by Bellatrix Lestrange, ever left St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies.

“I know people really wanted some hope for that, and I can quite see why because, in a way, what happens to Neville’s parents is even worse than what happened to Harry’s parents,” Rowling said. “The damage that is done, in some cases with very dark magic, is done permanently.”

Rowling said Neville finds happiness in his grandmother’s acceptance of him as a gifted wizard and as the new herbology professor at Hogwarts.

The fate of Hogwarts
Nineteen years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the school for witchcraft and wizardry is led by an entirely new headmaster (“McGonagall was really getting on a bit”) as well as a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. That position is now as safe as the other teaching posts at Hogwarts, since Voldemort’s death broke the jinx that kept a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from remaining for more than a year.

While Rowling didn’t clarify whether Harry, Ron and Hermione ever return to school to finish their seventh year, she did say she could see Harry popping up every now and again to give the “odd talk” on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

More details to come?
Rowling said she may eventually reveal more details in a Harry Potter encyclopedia, but even then, it will never be enough to satisfy the most ardent of her fans.

“I’m dealing with a level of obsession in some of my fans that will not rest until they know the middle names of Harry’s great-great-grandparents,” she said. Not that she’s discouraging the Potter devotion!

“I love it,” she said. “I’m all for that.”

Link to this article can be found here.

Additionally: J.K. Rowling talks about the deaths of central characters on MSNBC.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

P.S. remember my cliche obsession with accents?

Well (ohmygod), just look at this!
Hours of entertainment.

The Speech Accent Archive.
My prayers are answered.

Boy howdy, am I sunburned or what.

My chest and shoulders are so sunburned from wearing my strappy tank-dress that now when I go naked, I look like an Oompa Loompa wearing a caucasian tanktop.


Should I worry that Andy says it's sexy?
I think so.

Friday, July 27, 2007

On Three Whole Years with an Irritating Irishman.

Things people don't tell you about being in a relationship for three years:
1. You'll have heated arguments over the ingredients of pancake batter. And even if you're right about the fucking baking soda, your boyfriend won't throw out the fetid garble of ingredients that he's already put together, so that the two of you can make something decent for breakfast. You'll inevitably end out glaring at each other over a breakfast that looks like flattened, fried dog-sick. So much for romance.
He'll smack his lips and bite his fork as he devours this so-called breakfast, and you'll despise him for it.
2. You'll realize that the books he's read that used to impress you are, in fact, the only fine literature he's ever read in his entire life. They are limited to the following: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac. Note the conspicuous lack of estrogen in this enormous reading list. You'll start to consider its impact upon your relationship, and conspire to plant the works of Virginia Woolf around the house wherever he might accidentally pick one up. You'll pray to Virginia for salvation.


Every relationship is an unpredictable weather system. For the most part we have fairly clear skies, but sometimes there are stints in which we don't mesh at all---a few days in which disaster seems imminent; the plane will surely go down in a blaze of lightening-stricken glory--flames and rubble. But miraculously, we survive.
I guess being in love is figuring out how to navigate through the crappy parts to find the light again.
Any time now, the clouds will clear out.
As soon as the smoke from our unsuccessful breakfast drifts out the window, I'll feel infinitely better.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Photos!

Swept by a wave of nostalgia produced by Suzanne's "Days of Yore" photo set...
Out to sea in a teacup, back in three hours.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Dear you (no obvious spoilers for not-yet-finished HP readers)

Dear Jo Rowling,
You made me cry a lot, but I still love you. There's no way you can't call your last book somewhat of a bloodbath, but I can see your point in making it so... to trivialize and soften war and death by saving all of our favorite characters would have contradicted the entire point of Harry's epic journey to kill off Voldemort. Death is permanent, and love is enormously risky, and life is delicate and transient and miraculous... and even in a so-called "kids' book" series, you conveyed it all brilliantly. Props to you for keeping it real about war and loss, and knowing when to cut the strings.
Still, what's with your epilogue? What happens to George, for criminy's sake? And to Luna? And does Harry really keep his promise to Lupin? (I guess we know the answer to this last. After his own experience, it would be impossible for him not to.) More closure might have been nice though...
Epilogue aside, what a treasure of an epic you've woven for us all--this series has completely reset the standard for quality fiction, in my opinion. I doubt we'll ever see the streets of London crowded with book characters again in this lifetime, but you've inspired so many people to start writing that it might actually be a possibility. Thanks for that. And for getting so many kids into reading and imagining a world beyond their everyday existence... any English teacher knows that's no small feat.
An earth-shaking end to a fantastic series. Way to go, Jo.

Heart,
Nilly

P.S. While reading, I literally cheered aloud (in my silent house at approximately 3:00 AM) for Molly Weasley. Knew she had it in her! A woman with fiery red hair and seven children? But of course!

Friday, July 20, 2007

Missing the train.

Just you go ahead and read this article and try telling me that the people who run our justice system aren't missing the point.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Absolute rubbish.

Dear Bill Gates,
It turns out that my excrement is more compatible with Ipod software than your new Windows Vista operating system is. Thought you might like to know. I'd be willing to sell it to you for 50 cents a sack if you'd like. Or I could just deposit a bag of it on your front porch and set it on fire--whichever you'd prefer.

Sincerely,
your friend Nilly

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

This is just to say...

1. I have had "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" running through my brain perpetually for the last five hours. Am hating it. I wonder if God is trying to tell me that it's my destined themesong or something. I am not male though, to my knowledge, so I am hoping he's perhaps got the wrong address.
2. I am tired of politics and alliances and beer-drinking buddy circles (which, of course, meet when I cannot meet) already. And it's only my third week of grad school. You never knew that almost all of your teachers got together for a brewfest on a regular basis during graduate school, did you? It's a reality, kiddies.
I never go though, becuase I have karate that night. Got to learn for the masses.
3. I put red henna in my hair last night (a god-awful, muddy mess), and after 25 minutes it still came out looking the same (only glossier), leaving me to conclude that my hair has actually become strawberry blonde over the last five years. Hormones? Miracles? Both, inseparably? Thank God, at least I've got hair that fits my temperament. Fiery orange and frizzled as hell: that's me.
Both of my grandmas are redheads, so I guess it makes sense that it might have actually changed color. Still: odd.
4. My car (which we call "The Ocarina of Time," because something in its air-ciruclation system is loose, causing it to whistle haunting melodies as I drive), is gradually going kaputt. Monday was the second time in a week that I've taken it into the shop, but at least the repair guy (a lad about my age) fixed it for free. Hooray for the Wonderbra, it just saved me fifty bucks.
Just kidding, of course.
5. Harry Potter Harry Potter Harry Potter. Costumes! Gryffindor patch! Done! Pictures later! Will be devouring book this weekend for sure! Something along the lines of postpartum depression thereafter, undoubtedly! But nevertheless---!

Sunday, July 8, 2007

07/08 greatest.

1. Looking at hand-drawn animations by Portland, Oregon's Bill Plympton.
2. Eating fresh, juicy white nectarines (the best of the season, don't miss out).
3. Making a costume for the Harry Potter book release party (finally ready).
4. Organizing local karate practice (so I don't have to commute three times a week).
5. Buying Thai iced teas from the local Asian foods store.
6. Showering with tuberose-scented soap.
7. Browsing through pictures of the Sky Lantern Festival in Pingsi, Taiwan.
8. Basking in the glory of Scottish accents (see previous post).