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I just saw the latest movie of J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series (Order of the Phoenix) and with the 7th and final book pending days from now, I couldn’t help revisiting my review of the 5th book, “The Order of the Phoenix”. Here is my review (which first appeared in Aoife’s Kiss):

For those of you unfamiliar with this very popular YA series, J.K. Rowling’s first Harry Potter book, “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” (Bloomsbury Publishing), hit the bookshelves in 1997. The book captured the hearts and imaginations of so many young (and older) readers, that it and subsequent three books in the series have enjoyed an unprecended success. Her “Harry” books have sold over 325 million copies, translated into over 55 languages in over 200 countries.
The series explores the life of a young boy who discovers that he is a wizard – and a famous one at that, because he survived the death-touch of the most evil wizard of all, Lord Voldemort. J.K. Rowling’s colourful imagination has provided a rich world from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to a host of wizards and witches and strange creatures, a game that rivals basketball, cricket and rugby put together and is played on flying broomsticks (Quidditch), and much more. Since her first book, Rowling’s subsequent books have continued to both entertain adults and grip younger readers in an ever-escalating adventure with ever-increasing tension and pace and dark elements, until in the fourth book readers are shaken by the death of one of Harry’s own classmates and Harry must suffer torture by Voldemort’s Death Eaters and battle the evil wizard himself.

Which brings us to the fifth book. By my thinking, it should have started with a bang and thrust Harry and the reader into the thick of what was, in the fourth book, already a maelstrom. Instead, Rowling chooses to drop the momentum and introduces us to a brooding, sullen and slightly obnoxious hero, languishing in his own self-pity as he – and the reader – waits for something to happen. This is an angry (and spoilt) Harry. Now, granted, he is a teenager and prone to fits of irrational anger and impatience. But Harry is also our superhero. Does he have to be such a brat? And do we have to suffer his languishing thoughts – all of them? Aside from Harry’s unlikeable qualities (not great for a hero, even if he is a teenager!), I found that the first quarter of the book was less than captivating, unexciting and overly-full of details that seemed to neither further plot nor illuminate character. Her prose was also prone to repetition (I don’t know how many times Rowling repeated Harry’s same anxious and impatient thoughts on the same subject – once was certainly enough for me!). I found myself impatiently skipping lines and putting the book down. Something I had not done in the previous books.

harrypotterOrderofPhoenix01 Harry Potter and the Order of the PhoenixFor me, the story didn’t come to life until well over a 150 pages into the book, once our beloved main characters are in the train and on their way to Hogwarts. And as far as I’m concerned this is where the book could have started. If not for two important plot events, the whole beginning could have been—and should have been—scrapped. It seems as though, like her own protagonist, the writer only rouses herself once we reach Hogwarts. This is where she shines as an author, where her characters interact and come to life and move. It is at Hogwarts that the pace and tension and character involvement flow as she builds the srory and reader interest. As a writer, I recognize that some settings we create evoke our creative muse better than others. Hogwarts is definitely Rowling’s preferred setting and the preferred metaphoric vehicle for her exceptional voice in fiction.

Once Rowling is in her element, she tantalizes us with all the things we have come to love and expect from her. There is Harry, of course, who grows in character as well as in experience (his first kiss is a wonderful mixture of awkward and sweet). His two best friends, Hermione and Ron, add both comical relief with their continued bickering and a stong sense of loyalty and friendship in times of struggle. Other familiar characters such as Professor McGonigal, Hagrid, and the Weasley twins add a rich repertoire to the setting in which Harry must navigate to fulfill his destiny (of which we get some strong hints in this book). We also witness the evolution of timid characters, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom, as they find their inner strengths. There is even Rowling’s own greek oracle, the Sorting Hat.

harryorderofthephoenix Harry Potter and the Order of the PhoenixIn new and dark characters, our emotions are roused by the despicable and totally reprehensible Professor Umbridge, who even fair and sweet Hermione calls an “evil hag . . . a fowl, lying, twisted old gargoyle.” Malfoy is, predictably, the obnoxious little thing he always was, and growing feeble and tiring as Harry’s foil. As for another foil, I found Snape’s character disappointingly flat, hitting the same strident and “sinister” note time and time again. It is hard to accept that this intelligent man could not grow a little as do most of the other characters. What was actually harder to take was Harry’s own “one-note” hatred of Snape, particularly after his discovery of something in the past to do with his father. I found myself, as with Harry’s final scene with Dumbledore, wanting to box Harry on the ears for being so “heartless”, despite Dumbledore himself mentioning Harry’s heart. Perhaps we must wait until Book Six or Seven before Harry and Snape resolve things or at least evolve their relationship.

The story itself unfolds wonderfully (once Rowling gets going, that is) with some extremely interesting twists and disclosures, particularly for Harry. In a spine-chilling scene during one of Harry’s “visions” I am reminded of Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” in which, forced to face the snake inside of him, our hero must confront and rise above the darkness, the doubts and fears that dwell inside of him. More than anything this fifth book reveals the “inward journey” of our minds and hearts: to face and accept our own demons, to gain the wisdom to accept differences, to tolerate with kindness and humility minor transgressions against us as expressions of weakness, and to recognize true evil from the shallow bickering that so often fills our world. I’m not saying that Harry gets to this point by the end of Book Five, but he is well on his way. Ironically, it is the Sorting Hat that provides a forshadowing of the accomplishments both Harry and his divided group must achieve: they must sort out (pardon the awful pun!) their differences, and “unite . . . or we’ll crumble from within.”

Despite these wonderful qualities, “Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix” remains too long and contains far too much unecessary detail – mostly the kind that tells you where someone went and how. This seriously undermines the pace and its removal would have served the purpose of shortening the book by at least a third and heightening tension and keeping the reader less inclined to skim portions. This 5th in a 7-book series should have been a page-turner toward the series climax. The book appears to have been hurried along and Rowling could well be excused on this alone (deadlines and all). When Rowling turned her huge manuscript in to her publisher, she could well have quoted her own version of Mark Twain’s longstanding statement: “I would have made it shorter but I ran out of time.”

Biography of J.K. Rowling


“I am an extraordinarily lucky person, doing what I love best in the world.”—J.K. Rowling
J.K. (Joanne Kathleen) Rowling was born in Chipping Sodbury, near Bristol, England. After graduating from Exeter University, she worked as a secretary and taught English in Portugal before moving to Edinburgh, Scotland, with her daughter. She currently lives in Scotland with her husband and two children.
The idea for Harry Potter occurred to Rowling on the train from Manchester to London, where she says Harry “just strolled into my head fully formed.” By the time she arrived at King’s Cross, many of the other characters had also taken shape. During the next five years she outlined plots for each borowling Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenixok and began writing the first in the seven-book series, “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone”. Several publishers turned down the finished manuscript before Bloomsbury took interest and published it in 1997.
J.K. Rowling won the Hugo Award, the Bram Stoker Award, the Whitbread Award for Best Children’s Book among many others. Her books have consistently appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. The fifth book (this review) has already broken records with its first print run of 6.8 million copies and a second run of 1.7 million, an unprecedented figure for any book.
Rowling always wanted to be a writer. “I had written two novels before I had the idea for Harry,” says Rowling, “though I’d never tried to get them published. And good job too. I don’t think they were very good.” That the overarching theme of her “Harry” series is based upon acceptance, is a natural extension of what is essentially most important to Rowling. When asked if there was one thing that she could change in the world, she responded with, “I would make each and every one of us much more tolerant.”
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kushiel%27sdart Review of Kushiels Legacy by Jacqueline Carey

I should first tell you that I generally don’t read fantasy. I am not a fan of epic quests in foreign unpronouncable realms by a superfluous cast with equally unpronouncable names. During college days I read Tolkein’s “Lord of the Rings” and confess that, while I did enjoy it, I was not inclined to pick up anything else like it. I am equally not keen on reading a story about a hero and his furry-beast friends who must conquer through magic and swordplay some evil warlord to save some helpless damsel in distress. Okay, not all epic fantasies are that transparent but they do tend to adhere to Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey”—to a fault.
Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel’s Legacy by Tor Books consists of three rather large books: Kushiel’s Dart (a hefty 910 pages); Kushiel’s Chosen; and Kushiel’s Avatar, with a fourth and fifth in the saga, based on another character (Kushiel’s Scion and Kushiel’s Judgement). Kushiel’s Legacy is definitely an epic fantasy. But, thankfully for me, it couldn’t be further from its stereotype. Epic, yes—in size, scope and granduer. Fantastic, also, in its brilliant imagination and masterful delivery. But it is so much more. According to T.M. Wagner (SF Reviews.net), Carey “eschews the mythic aspirations of traditional high fantasy…[and] has created one VLFN that stands above the bloated pack”, taking “Fantasy into shadowy, exotic corners it rarely dares to tread” (Storm Constantine). William Thompson (Revolution SF) found this “seductive novel…exceptionally well-written, intricately plotted and [displayed] a grasp of language and storytelling rare in fantasy fiction.” To be sure, several readers of traditional fantasy complained that the language was “too flowery” and the books too long and overfull with detail and characters. This is precisely why I liked it. It reads like classic literary fiction. But it isn’t!
Chapter One of Kushiel’s Dart, the first of Carey’s three books focussing on Phèdre, begins with Phèdre engaging us with a conversational narrative that seamlessly and instantly lures us into her fascinating world. And lured I was; by the end of the first page I learned that her parents gave her a name that was cursed and that Phèdre, herself, was flawed: by a scarlet mote, a pinprick of blood emblazened in her left eye—which is enough in this land of aesthetics obsessed with beauty to mark her as blemished. She only later learns the significance of the mark; it is Kushiel’s Dart, left by a god who has chosen her to forever experience pain and pleasure as one. Thus begins our relationship with an ‘imperfect’ girl who was eventually outcast and sold by her mother—as “a whore’s unwanted get”—into indentured servitude in a House of the Night Court (a bordelo). It was the tag line of the first chapter that convinced me that a stirring tale of breathtaking intensity and shocking beauty was unfolding before me:
When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me.”
Kushiel’s Legacy is set in an alternate quasi-medieval Europe, Africa and Asia of Carey’s imagination. For instance, there is Aragonia, Caerdiccia Unitas, and Skaldia, loosely representing Spain, Italy and Germany, respectively. And there is Terre d’Ange (land of angels), Phèdre’s homeland, a place of unsurpassing beauty and grace, and whose beautiful race, created from angels and men, lived by one simple rule: Love as thou wilt. The D’Angelines were descended from the Blessed Elua, an interesting, rather warped, vision of the traditional Christ figure, and his angel companions who abandoned Heaven to follow him as he walked among mortals. Among Elua’s companions is the angel, Naamah, who willingly prostituted herself in service to Elua; Cassiel, who abjured mortal love for the love of the divine; and, of course, the mighty Kushiel, of rod and weal, the just Punisher of God, whose blow of pain was the touch of love. Those “kissed” by Kushiel receive both pleasure and cleansing through the infliction of pain.
Early on in Kushiel’s Dart, Phèdre’s bond is purchased by Anafiel Delaunay, an arcane nobleman with a secret past, who recognizes who and what she is—an anguissette, one who can experience pain as pleasure. While his motives elude her, Delaunay tutors Phèdre as a spy and rents her out to influential members of the decadent aristocracy to learn their secrets. When one of Delaunay’s games gets the better of him, he is murdered and young Phèdre is cast on a path of intrigue and treachery that she, as Kushiel’s Chosen-Avatar, is singularly able to endure. Thus, she sets off on her hero’s journey—aflame with betrayal, sacrifice, scintilating desires, and conspiracy. She encounters a rich and diverse cast of cunning poets, heroic traitors and a truly Machiavellian and seductive villainess. And to balance this is her loyal Cassiline bodyguard, Joscelin, her “Perfect Companion”, who eventually becomes the compass of her heart.
True to her heroic stature, Phèdre harbours, in both her words (it is she telling us the story) and her mien, no bitterness or resentment for the cruelty and hardship destiny has dealt her. And she does more than simply endure it; she answers the hero’s call to play out her role as Kushiel’s Chosen. Phèdre is a singularly appealing and complex hero because she is non-judgemental, ethical and honourable yet incredibly vulnerable, reckless and stubborn at times. She poses a panoply of opposites. She is, after all, an anguissette: her pain is her pleasure; her yielding is her strength, her wanton behaviour her salvation, her servitude her victory; and her love her courage. Phèdre is “an unflinching yet poignantly vulnerable heroine” (Booklist), whose selfless yielding will conquer the strongest and most depraved of foes. “Not all that yields is weak,” Hyacinthe, her best friend, tells her. To yield is Kushiel’s precept and the moniker of the House of Valerian, dedicated to the just Punisher. And yield, Phèdre must—and does; until it becomes her strength and her legacy just as love and honour become her driving force.
One is reminded of Christian parallels of yielding, tolerance and sacrifice in the acts of Jesus and his disciples. Phèdre walks a balanced moral path, following the precepts of her D’Angeline angels—Kushiel’s justice; Naamah’s passion, Cassiel’s loyalty, and, of course, Elua’s love—toward redemption for more than just herself. Carey’s exotic blending of Christianity and paganism, daringly poses the question of “the sacred potential inherent in every sexual encounter.” (Booklist). Wholly embracing her gods, and at great cost to herself, Phèdre gives herself away—sexually, and more—in Kushiel’s Avatar to rescue an innocent boy and ultimately to save her friend, Hyacinthe, from a wrathful god.
Mortals conquer and slay; gods rise and fall. The games we play out on the board of earth echo across the vault of heaven.” (Kushiel’s Chosen)
Some readers have complained, nonetheless, at thkushiel%27schosen Review of Kushiels Legacy by Jacqueline Careye inapropriateness of a prostitute as heroine. But, like many heroes with humble often dubious beginnings, Phèdre is one chosen by a god, who provides her with the opportunity to demonstrate that her heart and soul are far from base:
We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what is is, to be a god’s chosen.” (Kushiel’s Avatar)
Yet for all that, this tale is not for the squeamish or the judgemental. As Kirkus Reviews contends, Kusiel’s Legacy is “superbly detailed, fascinatingly textured and sometimes unbearably intense,” punctuated with highly erotic and, at times, disturbing sexual episodes. The hero is a masochist, “whose disturbing sexuality drives the story… [which is as]…delicious as it is unsettling” (Emma Bull). T.M Wagner (of SF Reviews.net) sums it up eloquently: Kushiel’s Legacy “is the real thing, a distaff examination of sex and power, unflinchingly forthright.” And, he adds, “on no account is it recommended for faint hearts or weak stomachs.” Indeed, I was equally spellbound and greatly disturbed by Phèdre’s last great tryst with evil’s desire in a place of true madness where souls are currency (Kushiel’s Avatar). Her experience in Daršanga to rescue young Imriel, Melisande’s son, will endure in my memory for a long time: the terrible things Phèdre endured; the devine way she prevailed. She overcame it all because of the divine love that shone brightly inside her (her name means “bright” in Greek). It empowered her to shine hope to the hopeless. But the experience left her shattered, in pieces. Make me whole, she later prayed in the Temple of Isis, make us all whole.
Kushiel’s Legacy is not a romance, although it is a great love story. It is a complex saga, woven with layer upon layer of threads revealed through a metaphoric tapestry, often counterpoint with contradiction and turbulent conflict of morality and values. This journey of self-discovery by a young child journeying into womanhood explores some of the deepest and most cherished virtues of humanity, by courageously dismantling “standard notions of…morality” (Locus). Virtues like honour and loyalty. Family. And love. Love, in all its aspects:
Innocent love—a trusting love for a mother in the act of abandonment: …She will sell me to this cruel old woman, I thought, and experienced a thrill of terror…My mother stood with my hand in hers and gazed down at my upturned face. It is my last memory of her, those great, dark, lambent eyes searching, searching my own, coming at last to rest upon the left. Through our joined hands, I felt the shudder she repressed.(Kushiel’s Dart)
Dangerous love—a curious love of forbidden flesh: “Phèdre.” My name only; Melisande spoke it as if to place a finger on my soul, soft and commanding…held me captive and trembling before her…“Why do you struggle against your own desire?” Melisande lowered her head and kissed me. The shock of it went through me like a spear; I think I gasped…I swayed, dissolving under lips and tongue…my bones… molten fire, my flesh shaping itself to the form of her desire…(Kushiel’s Chosen)
Cruel love—a sacrificial, yielding love for one’s enemy: The Mahrkagir…reached out to touch my cheek and his hand was cold, so cold…I felt his touch like fire, setting me ablaze between my thighs…I shut my teeth on a moan…A strange rill of energy surged between us. I tasted fear and desire, his mad smile, and lost myself in his dilated eyes. His hand trailed down my throat, cupping one breast…pinching my erect nipple as hard as he could. A bolt of pain shot through me and I stifled a moan. “Ill thoughts, ill words, ill deeds.” He smiled tenderly at me, maintaining a pincerlike grip…“Your gods have chosen you for defilement. Is that not so?” I closed my eyes. “Yes.” (Kushiel’s Avatar) kushiel%27savatar Review of Kushiels Legacy by Jacqueline Carey
Tender love—a healing and exalting love for one’s true beloved: That kiss, I cannot describe. It was like a poem, a prayer, a homecoming unlooked-for. It was like dungeon walls crumbling to reveal a glimpse of sky. It shook me to the very roots of my soul. All I could do was cling to him and gasp…And that is where time itself seemed to stretch and flow…and everything done by the Mahrkagir was undone, every cruelty, every iron thrust—undone, undone, undone, every kiss, every lick, every stroke, imprinting love upon my flesh, until I shuddered and knotted both hands in Joscelin’s hair, calling his name out loud, and my climax followed with the inevitability of the spring-fed waters tumbling over the rocks. (Kushiel’s Avatar)
Divine love—a selfless compassionate love greater than oneself: It burned in me like strong wine, like the first taste of joie I had known as a child, like Melisande’s touch…If I had not brought Imri out of the darkness of Daršanga , this brightness would never come to pass. Truly love was a wondrous force, now that I perceived the complexities of its workings…Joscelin…Every line, every plane of him was writ in an alphabet of flesh and bone, spelling out love. How had I never seen it? And Imriel…a tangled knot of fear and need, achingly vulnerable. It made my heart ache to look upon him. (Kushiel’s Avatar)
More than anything else, Carey’s epic tale is a poem dedicated to love; exalting love in all its facets, from selfless yielding and sacrifice to the harsh lusty desires of a cruel heart. From the last line of Chapter 1 in the first book to the last line of the last book—Jacqueline Carey demonstrates that her Kushiel’s Legacy is devoted to the power of love; how love can sustain us, how it shapes our lives, can move an empire, and empower us in our own singular heroic acts.
Love as thou wilt.
This review first appeared in Denise Fleischer’s Gotta Write Network.
I also reviewed the exquisite yet disturbing motion picture “Pan’s Labyrinth” here.
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