it's a few more bruises...
Ba-de ba-doo....
Alright...let me sort out my thoughts.
Last weekend I was in Heidelberg, which was great fun. Except for the sheer masses of Japanese and American tourists. Nothing against the Japanese or the Americans, I am very fond of both. Just...the masses.
I am one of those people who do not want to ruin photoes by walking into them, but that is impossible in Heidelberg, because somebody is always taking a photo.
And the shopkeepers, they seem to be scared of speaking German because usually there are no German clients. It is funny.
The funniest thing, however, is that they sell all sorts of Bavarian stuff there...blue and white. Heidelberg is not even in Bavaria. Oh well...
Yet those days were nice. It was nice seeing people again, especially Thomas, with whom I spent most of the time.
Luckily F. was not there. I might have ruined what is very happy and good and satisfying.
But yeah, we did a lot of silly things, including Hot Shots 2, a movie so bad that it hurts physically.
We also watches some Monty Python and one night we were out to dance until four. I had a blast.
Last day we went to the zoo. Monkey babies...God, they were cute.
Sunday I got back. Harry was waiting for me, Potter that is. Also boyfriend. So after only thirty minutes at home, I got on the train to be picked up by boyfriend. We went to his grandparents where we had a barbecue.
His parents also returned that day.
He got sick almost the moment he was back...a bad cold, with fever and all. He was always freezing. So I stayed two days and was lovely and read Harry Potter.
Harry Potter. You can all hate me, but I won't change my mind. It was a worthy ending, and the ending I expected for the biggest part. I bhave read all sorts of criticism, and criticism is fine with me. But some things annoyed me to no end.
JKR is not a Nobel Prize winning author. She is a modern fairytale writer who accomplished something very major in contemporary literature. She opened the door for a modern fantasy literature that is not dusty and antique but very much alive and exciting.
She is humorous, full of fantasy and she created a universe. Now, what was to be expected from the last novel?
That she abides by the rules of Greek tragedy, or that her character studies suddenly become Joyce-ean.
Seriously, she did a lot by even caring to create some well-rounded characters...Lupin, Harry, Ron, Dumbledore (otherwise he would just have remained the cliche and archetype of the wise old father figure...Gandalf all the way).
Even Malfoy. I mean, yes, he is a coward and he never was something else. He never was a hero, what raised the expectation that he would become one?
Harry was always supposed to be the hero...he was also always flawed and human. In the end, he was huge and courageous. But that is what he always was laid out for. He was the only one innocent, so he must have seemed good. But he was not perfect.
I did not like everything about the book, yet I loved it. I enjoyed it. I cried, I laughed, I was angry and happy.
Now, I really hate elitarianism when it comes to something as fulfilling like literature.
All those expectations and that claim for rules and stuff leaves a spot on something spotless, perfect, fullfilling.
Literature has a merely intrinsic value. It is not for critics to pick at. I mean, a book can be ripped apart and still make people happy. Even if only living soul is touched by a work, it is worth the paper it has been printed on.
I think it is plain arrogance to say Harry Potter is less precious than, let's say, Virginia Woolf.
I mean, it is not comparable on a certain level. And yet, I can wholeheartedly say that both had a deep impact on me.
Of course Harry Potter is not a classic yet and its writing standard is far below some other contemporary works. But. come on, it is a book mainly for teenagers. And the fact that a generation who is addicted to their play station can still enjoy the universe they can dive into when reading Harry Potter.
Now, the ending...Harry did not put up much of a fight, but he did something that was likely of him. In book five he is not able to use Crucio on the person who killed the maybe only hope for a family he longs for he has. Why would he be able to kill Voldemort with Advada Kedavra? He did what was likely and what was typical..because Harry never was a great magician. He never was impressive in his skills, but in the contents of his character. So, I would have expected nothing more and nothing less.
The epilogue...it was cheesy,but why not a cheesy happy moment when all the sad moments give so much reason to complain? After all, if it had not been there, people would have screamed to know what happened afterwards.
And the deaths? There is a war...it is a book. An author is free to create and kill characters as he or she likes. If you loved those characters it is hard, but if it makes you cry it cannot be all that bad.
But I said enough...
Then we were out a lot...barbecue, despite the bad weather.
I got very drunk on Saturday. It was pathetic, I had to puke. Sucked.
Yesterday I saw this wondrous british movie. I laughed so much.
Tonight we will have a Harry Potter marathon...and we wil create our own cocktails and it shall be very awesome.
Love you all,
Kari.
Alright...let me sort out my thoughts.
Last weekend I was in Heidelberg, which was great fun. Except for the sheer masses of Japanese and American tourists. Nothing against the Japanese or the Americans, I am very fond of both. Just...the masses.
I am one of those people who do not want to ruin photoes by walking into them, but that is impossible in Heidelberg, because somebody is always taking a photo.
And the shopkeepers, they seem to be scared of speaking German because usually there are no German clients. It is funny.
The funniest thing, however, is that they sell all sorts of Bavarian stuff there...blue and white. Heidelberg is not even in Bavaria. Oh well...
Yet those days were nice. It was nice seeing people again, especially Thomas, with whom I spent most of the time.
Luckily F. was not there. I might have ruined what is very happy and good and satisfying.
But yeah, we did a lot of silly things, including Hot Shots 2, a movie so bad that it hurts physically.
We also watches some Monty Python and one night we were out to dance until four. I had a blast.
Last day we went to the zoo. Monkey babies...God, they were cute.
Sunday I got back. Harry was waiting for me, Potter that is. Also boyfriend. So after only thirty minutes at home, I got on the train to be picked up by boyfriend. We went to his grandparents where we had a barbecue.
His parents also returned that day.
He got sick almost the moment he was back...a bad cold, with fever and all. He was always freezing. So I stayed two days and was lovely and read Harry Potter.
Harry Potter. You can all hate me, but I won't change my mind. It was a worthy ending, and the ending I expected for the biggest part. I bhave read all sorts of criticism, and criticism is fine with me. But some things annoyed me to no end.
JKR is not a Nobel Prize winning author. She is a modern fairytale writer who accomplished something very major in contemporary literature. She opened the door for a modern fantasy literature that is not dusty and antique but very much alive and exciting.
She is humorous, full of fantasy and she created a universe. Now, what was to be expected from the last novel?
That she abides by the rules of Greek tragedy, or that her character studies suddenly become Joyce-ean.
Seriously, she did a lot by even caring to create some well-rounded characters...Lupin, Harry, Ron, Dumbledore (otherwise he would just have remained the cliche and archetype of the wise old father figure...Gandalf all the way).
Even Malfoy. I mean, yes, he is a coward and he never was something else. He never was a hero, what raised the expectation that he would become one?
Harry was always supposed to be the hero...he was also always flawed and human. In the end, he was huge and courageous. But that is what he always was laid out for. He was the only one innocent, so he must have seemed good. But he was not perfect.
I did not like everything about the book, yet I loved it. I enjoyed it. I cried, I laughed, I was angry and happy.
Now, I really hate elitarianism when it comes to something as fulfilling like literature.
All those expectations and that claim for rules and stuff leaves a spot on something spotless, perfect, fullfilling.
Literature has a merely intrinsic value. It is not for critics to pick at. I mean, a book can be ripped apart and still make people happy. Even if only living soul is touched by a work, it is worth the paper it has been printed on.
I think it is plain arrogance to say Harry Potter is less precious than, let's say, Virginia Woolf.
I mean, it is not comparable on a certain level. And yet, I can wholeheartedly say that both had a deep impact on me.
Of course Harry Potter is not a classic yet and its writing standard is far below some other contemporary works. But. come on, it is a book mainly for teenagers. And the fact that a generation who is addicted to their play station can still enjoy the universe they can dive into when reading Harry Potter.
Now, the ending...Harry did not put up much of a fight, but he did something that was likely of him. In book five he is not able to use Crucio on the person who killed the maybe only hope for a family he longs for he has. Why would he be able to kill Voldemort with Advada Kedavra? He did what was likely and what was typical..because Harry never was a great magician. He never was impressive in his skills, but in the contents of his character. So, I would have expected nothing more and nothing less.
The epilogue...it was cheesy,but why not a cheesy happy moment when all the sad moments give so much reason to complain? After all, if it had not been there, people would have screamed to know what happened afterwards.
And the deaths? There is a war...it is a book. An author is free to create and kill characters as he or she likes. If you loved those characters it is hard, but if it makes you cry it cannot be all that bad.
But I said enough...
Then we were out a lot...barbecue, despite the bad weather.
I got very drunk on Saturday. It was pathetic, I had to puke. Sucked.
Yesterday I saw this wondrous british movie. I laughed so much.
Tonight we will have a Harry Potter marathon...and we wil create our own cocktails and it shall be very awesome.
Love you all,
Kari.