(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…