Sunday, October 27, 2013

HPP: Problems with Authority

Plots and subplots are braided together in these latest chapters of The Chamber of Secrets, and things we thought at first were distractions and little excursions into dead ends wind back around, ushering us to the center of the labyrinth.  An empty, 50-year-old diary; an exceptionally annoying phantom; a lost enchanted car; a half-giant's soft spot for carnivorous monsters; and the authorial purpose of placing spiders near the scene of the crime.  This is where Rowling gets a chance to flex her muscles and show her mettle.  This is darn good storytelling.

The Valentine's Day celebration was suitably sickening, being, as it was, orchestrated by Gilderoy.  And it helpfully allowed for Harry to discover that the blank diary perhaps wasn't blank after all.  We learn that the blank diary is in fact a two-way device, and Harry communicates with the memories of one, Tom Riddle, who attended Hogwarts fifty years ago--the exact time the Chamber of Secrets was last open.

Of the re-lived memory, much is significant, outside of the capture of the so-called Heir of Slytherin.  First, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets and death of a student is confirmed.  Second: Riddle is much like Harry, a lonely boy raised in the Muggle world, with no real home to return to outside of Hogwarts.  Sympathy-inducing and character-deepening all at once.  We're shown also the contrast between Professor Dippet and the young Dumbledore.  Masha puts perfectly what I absorbed on a subconscious level.  So I know that this impression is powerful enough to affect even the most casual reader:

I think we've mentioned Rowling's successful use of place, regarding especially the Hogwarts castle. In this book we see the strength of place growing as we see both Harry and Riddle's relationship to the school. Both boys obviously see Hogwarts as home. And there is a sort of magic to home, both in the series and in reality. Being rooted to a place is powerful and leaves a mark on both the person and the place. It seems too that Dumbledore is very much at home in Hogwarts. It is his place as well. Rowling shows it best when she gives us a glimpse of the school's previous headmaster: Armando Dippet. Dippet is kind, and I'm sure very competent, but he doesn't infuse the school with his presence the way Dumbledore does. The sense is that Dumbledore's emotional connection to the school is similar to Harry's and to Riddle's. It's his place, and because it is his: emotionally as well as vocationally, the change in official status does nothing to damage his magical link to the school and it's students. It's a rich detail, I think, and one that gives a layer of tangible, natural magic to the series. And I hadn't noticed it until Jenna pointed it out.

Also, did anyone pick up on it--?  There was more than just Riddle, spectre-Harry, young Hagrid, and Hagrid's furry creature prowling about that night.  Who or what remains to me seen.

Poor Hermione ends up in the hospital wing yet again.  Students spend quite a bit of their educational time there, so it's a good thing Madam Pomfrey is so protective.  But when their best friend falls victim to the growing terror, Ron and Harry decide it's time to confront Hagrid--as usual, taking matters into their own hands rather than confiding in an trusted adult.

I understand why Rowling has them do this.  But that doesn't put me any more at ease with the idea of my young, impressionable son idolizing as role models these otherwise capable boys.  I'm back in the discomfort caused by the opening chapters now, when Ron and Harry chose to take the enchanted car to Hogwarts.  I hope and trust that my son will make better choices than these two young wizards.  As it stands, a young adult story, with adolescents as the main characters yet which takes place in a school setting, is likely to take me over and again to this discomfort.  Rowling plays it off well by making Hogwarts an unconventional and rather dangerous place to begin with.  It is a common characteristic of the wizarding world.  And so, I find, very little suspension of disbelief is needed.

Now we turn to Azkaban.  The first mention of the wizard prison appeared in previous chapters, and it rises again and again, here and there in casual circumstances, so as to accustom us to its name and existence.  But in Chapter 14, it steps to the foreground for the first time.  Cornelius Fudge insists on taking Hagrid there for safe-keeping, making the excuses that he's "got to be seen doing something" and that the "Ministry's got to act."  If that mentality is not perfect fodder for the growth of fascism, I don't know what is.  It's a tendency of the wizarding world that I think will crop up again in the future.  As, I suppose, is common in a society so often besieged by danger and destruction.

This throws into juxtaposition Dumbledore's wise, benevolent, almost anarchist-by-comparison approach to leadership.  It's an interesting subject for scholarly study.  Those in official positions of authority have their hands tied.  In crisis, they act in what can be argued is a logical way, as their duty is to act according to the good of the whole society. Then we have Dumbledore, who is also an authority figure, but who acts on preternatural instinct.  He appears to be capable of the spiritual gift of reading of souls.  Whatever the origin or the method, Dumbledore sees through to truth.  Yet it is a very personalized gift, and as such, open to misuse and corruption.  One wonders whether it is not dangerous to trust to safekeeping a school (or society) on the "feelings" of an assumed-unbiased, capable individual who has the good of everyone in mind--without recourse to greater authority.

Going back to Azkaban: I am struck by the atmosphere of horror surrounding the place.  If a man like Hagrid (who braves the Forbidden Forest regularly and claims hideous monsters like other people collect kittens) is fearful of it, what kind of place is it?  Is it ethical to imprison criminals, no matter the crime, in what could possibly be a living Hell?  And how does that figure in a fallible system, in which innocents can be accused and sentenced?

The problem is aggravated by the existence of magic.  As a resource so powerful as to render a witch or wizard almost god-like, things could go very wrong very quickly if it were used for ill over good (or even neutrality, if it is possible to ever use something in such a way).  How does a civilization protect itself from some dire potentiality?  The answer appears obvious: there needs to be a rigorous and impenetrable penal system.  But it comes at a high cost.

Placing ambiguous magic as the central mover of a story comes with many such difficulties.  When characters can harness such mighty powers, the setting in which such people may live or exist is thrown under scrutiny.  What would such a society look like, and how would if function?  What would be the moral repercussions in such a civilization?  It's not an easy thing to work out.  I'm looking forward to seeing it in greater detail as we read on in the series.

Enough of the deep stuff!  Winding down with Chapter 15: I am with Ron and Jenna.

...okay, Hagrid, really? I know you wanted to reveal some things, but you thought it was safe to send two twelve-year-old kids and a cowardly dog into a nest of acromantulas? Way deep in the Forbidden Forest? Really?!!!

Totally.  Oh, Hagrid.  You seem to take for granted that not everybody can look at a wild beast of legend and see a pet, not a predator.  Or cut, lift, and carry a twelve-foot tall Christmas tree.

Aragog and Mosag immediately brought to mind the names of the giants Gog and Magog, of western mythological fame.  Whether or not Rowling was aware that people like me would hear the musical similarities and associate them as such, I don't know.  But she's none too shabby on her mythology, so it's not out of the question.

At the rescue of the enchanted car, my first instinct was to cry, "But what if the car hadn't been there!  They would have died!"  In reading, I often test plot developments in such a way.  I'm uncomfortable with the chance occurrence because it has little to no origin in the free will of the characters--which I find infinitely more fascinating.  Or it could be that I'm a little bit of a control freak in my own life and am scared silly at the idea of having to depend on luck, or fortune, or providence to get me out of a sticky, webby situation.

And, at last . . . something to lend dignity to poor Moaning Myrtle!  Glad to see she's got value other than comical relief, at least for her sake.  Stay close for the Chapter 16 reflections later this evening.


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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem: Christening

a rough draft 


From about half a year ago.  Strike-through and red text are edits.  Gentle constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!

Hush now, sleep.
Don't dream straw that burns
into gold, that diabolical
transformation. Death's bitter taste Bitter death
coated the back of my throat.
I couldn't fathom the scent
of skin-and-milk,
the heat of sweat-stained cheeks
in fitful sleep, after our intimate
ten-month
acquaintance.
                    Oh, God! 
                                   I would have traded
even you
to usurp nature’s sovereignty. 
Forgive me. 
I thought I wanted to hold magic
in my hands. I didn’t know
true magic dozes
out of reach and hums
itself the old stories, tracing
illuminated letters, growing toes
and fingers.  
                         You curl
your fist near your temple;
lashes skitter. Hush
little baby, I will scale
towers without doors, sift
lentils from soot and cinder,
wear out three pairs of iron shoes, cross
the briar-tangled border into wilderness
to and lay down my power;
ransom back the blood-token;
find the name
                         that will set you free.

Elenore Abbott


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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

HPP: Happy Saint Hedwig Day!

We've been out with a nasty infection, the likes of which I doubt even a Pepperup Potion could cure!  The next Harry Potter Project post should be up within the week.  In the meantime, Jenna's given us another free period, and--guess what today is?  It's the feast of Saint Hedwig!  Rowling's stories have plenty of little allusions like that, to keep you occupied between reading installments.

Suits the wizened dignity of a snowy white owl, doesn't she?

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