I was amused the other day to read that JK Rowling is writing her first adult fiction novel. Did you hear that, all you post-pubescent Potter fans? Her FIRST adult fiction novel. Well, doesn’t that just pee all over your fiery protestations that the Harry Potter books are not children’s books? Straight from the horse’s mouth: they’re children’s books. The fact that you like reading them does not elevate them to adult fiction; rather it metaphorically lowers you into those half-size colourful chairs they leave scattered around the children’s section of your local library. Yes, indeed, you’ve been reading children’s books for all these years. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Okay, to be fair, she is probably defining her new offering as an adult book to make sure it isn’t bought for children. I imagine there will be some swearing, death, and fornication in it. Which means the Potter series could be classed as being of universal appeal, rather than just for children. However, as an adult myself, I am not particularly attracted to anything on paper or celluloid that doesn’t contain plenty of the abovementioned swearing, death and fornication. A cloak of invisibility doesn’t do it for me.
Or I like the material to be laugh-out-loud funny. Speaking of which, Rowling’s new book is entitled “The Casual Vacancy”, and is, according to her publisher, “blackly comic”. I’m not sure we can or should read anything into that. I can’t recall too many belly laughs in the Potter films. We’ll see.
Well, I won’t, as I will not be buying it. Not only do I not want to be proven wrong on my assumption it may not be very funny, I also don’t fancy shelling out the euro equivalent of $35 for it in hard cover. Or $20 as an e-book.
On that score, I have changed my mind. I would now, on principal, rather pay more to hold a solid book in my hands, even if that fells a few more Amazonian trees. I resent the idea of paying $20 for a poxy download. There has been a heap of news over the past few months about this – all the price-fixing and dodgy agreements and outrageous behaviour of the big publishers (in cahoots with the rotten Apple). Unless these a-holes want to sell me their electronic words for, say, $5, then they can bloody well build me a real book. I want to see some effort for my hard-earned shekels.
Come on, Potter fans, defend your Queen. There’s a space at the foot of the page for comments. Or would you rather put a spell on me? Oooooo.