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Here’s a question… Why is Rowling’s Potter so famous? Why is it so well loved by people across continents? Across barriers of age, language, race and cultures? What’s so new about the plot anyway? I mean, it’s the same ol’ plot innit? The whole ‘one-man-singled-out-to-save-the-world-as-we-know-it-from- the-absolute-grip-of-the-darker-forces-that-threaten-to-enve lope-and-destroy-it’? It’s the same spiel, over and over again. I’m not complaining, I’m merely wondering why.
Her books make for great reading. I am myself, guilty of having read each one at least five times, if not more. (Sheepish smile mingled with odd sense of pride. About the whole ‘I’ve-read-them-so-many-times’ thingy).
The point I’m trying to make then, to myself, more than anyone else, is that we’re all so effin’ blind aren’t we? So long as the story is woven well enough we’ll swallow it whole… hook line and sinker… never mind that it’s the same old thing rehashed and spiced up.
I think accusing JKR of pilfering from JRR Tolkein is unfair. Or lemme rephrase that one. Accusing her of pilfering only from Tolkein is unfair. She has after all taken liberally from the simplest stories of old – good versus bad, white against black, pure versus dark forces… and so on and so forth…and blah blah blah… and spun a splendid tale from it all. Now here’s a woman who knows how to spin gold out of… hmmm… what shall we say… nothing at all?
I wonder if Aesop ever made any money. I know poor Premchand didn’t. He remained just that – poor! Speaking of which, was Aesop even, like, a real person? I have serious suspicions about that one. But that, again, is a topic for another time and place.
Anyway, I’m sure Enid Blyton must be cursing Rowling left right and centre. That woman actually took the trouble of spinning stories that were far more creative… in plot and all, you know. And then here comes this woman who gives you the same old… umm… crap, shall we say… with a LOT of magic and even LOTTER hype and hullabaloo thrown in… and what do we do… we start proclaiming to anything that has ears… and sometimes even to things that don’t…. that she’s the finest children’s fiction writer the world has ever seen. If Blyton is alive, she’s probably sending hit men after Rowling. If she isn’t, then she’s turning in her grave over the unfairness of it all. And she isn’t the only one doing that. Wily Will Shakespeare is probably doing the same. He’ll be on tenterhooks worrying about the day the world opens its eyes to the fact that Madame Rowling is a HUMUNGOUS plagiarist. Coz that day mister Shakespeare will lose his heretofore uncontested title of Master Plagiarist. It was, after all, the ONE thing the man was any good at. (Shakes her head dolefully. At the plights of these poor hapless former geniuses whose titles are being seriously threatened by this one woman. Who is, rumor has it, richer than the QUEEN).
In words that most Britons would, or should, appreciate… that’s bollocks!!!
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Posted by eccentricity on 2008-06-16 13:19:39 | Rating: | Views: 28
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