Warning: Full of bias/philosophical questions/me being a crazy bitch. A little spoiler toward the end about HP 7 too.
Is it possible to be a victim of pop culture, or is it all self-inflicted madness?
I recently...well, minutes ago; received my beloved and treasured Harry Potter book. I was introduced to the magical world Christmas of '98, and therefore I have read the novels since my fourteenth birthday. I must admit that at fourteen, I was ignorant to the literary world and had little knowledge of anything within it. I was the high school student who read of Romeo, To Kill a Mockingbird and A Lesson Before Dying...and hated them at first; but treasured my magnificantly magical Harry Potter novels that sat high on my first little bookshelf. And with this ignorance came a thirst for more of this magical world the ingenious Rowling wrote of...but as I read more and more, I delved into the actual literary world of promising literature, full of classics and my thirst then turned toward literature with substance, or rather value.
By the time I graduated high school (early) and headed into university, I had left that magical Harry Potter world behind, realizing it was pop culture to an extreme. It's a fucking pity that in the past two hundred years, years riddled with hundreds of amazing pieces of lit; that a mediocre novel written by a 'decent' author is the bestselling novel in history. Experts predict the author will rake in more cash than the entire world's box office total combined this weekend. And I, being a fool...went to the release and stood amongst other grown adults waiting for this novel. Amidst firefighters (fire violations apparently, too many people in the store) and police officers (settling the insanity) on a closed street and waited to be given my novel. Upon receiving it I instantly flipped to the last page, nine years of me eagerly awaiting the last sentence; a suppressed child within me rearing for the end. I came to it and cursed loudly, stating "You're fucking kidding me!", startling numerous people around me. They seemed pissed, yet the hysteria heightened. They don't know me, butgiven my morbidness, love for horror and all things evil...you can only guess the ending.
Questions I pose...
- Sure, her novels are all right, but why the hype?
- Why the mass hysteria over a mediocre novel?
- What is the machine that drives it?
- Why did I attend this midnight release?
- Was it a suppression I've had within me for the past nine years?
- Why isn't valuable literature being sold in this day in age?
- Why is the world's first (and last probably) billionaire author rich off a series with no value?
- Why do we, as humans, steep to such lows?
- Do we buy fantastical novels such as Harry Potter to escape our own realities?
Other questions I pose...
Edit: I plan on posting an actual review of the novel in the reviews section after I read it.
- Are we psychologically wired as human beings to be involved in such madness?
- Is insanity really just a state of mind? After all the madness over this novel, one can only assume it will pass...and we will carry on with our desolate lives veiled in 'sanity'.