English
-
Between the Acts (odlomci)
[…] they were talking — not shaping pellets of information or handing ideas from one to anoter, but rolling words, like sweets on their tongues; whic, as they thinned to transparency, gave off pink, green, and sweetness. ‘Next to the kitchen, the library’s always the nicest room in the house.’ Every summer, for seven summers now, Isa had heard the same words; about the hammer and the nails; the pageant and the weather. Every year they said, would it be wet or fine; and every year it was — one or the other. The same chime followed the same chime, only this year beneath the chime she heard: ‘The girl…
-
Harry Potter and the Father of the Year
(Why I’m still trying to decide if I liked Harry Potter and the Cursed Child) The script is an enchanting example of the Brechtian epic theater, and I would be the first to fangirl from the rooftops — if it weren’t such a poor, poor example of a what-if kind of fanfic at the same time. I will not let myself be swayed to hating on it (there’s been enough of those blogs on the Potternet) because I can understand that, after so many years and such a success of the original series of books, you cannot return to your own work as an author. You come back as a fan, half-blinded by the fame and…
-