Fairy Potter
Saturday, October 20th, 2007
J.K. Rowling just announced that one of the central characters in the Harry Potter series was gay. The sexual orientation of Harry’s mentor, Albus Dumbledore, was revealed to the world during Rowling’s appearance at Carnegie Hall.
Is it just me, or did this series, and this author, stop making sense a long time ago?
Let me disclaim here and now that I am not homophobic. I couldn’t care less if one of the characters was gay, IF it made any @#$% sense. It’s pointless to mention it as an after-the-fact note after the conclusion of the series. I haven’t been this annoyed since the fifth Star Trek movie suddenly gave Spock a half-brother.
It would be one thing if there was any purpose to this new relevation. But there ain’t. I was already disappointed with this book as Rowling basically drags Dumbledore’s past through the mud, knocking him off the pedestal the first six books placed him on. It seemed an artificial clouding of the character’s history, just to explain the magical artifacts du jour.
There was no hint of his sexual past one way or the other in that dredging, and she should have left it that way.
I have read and enjoyed the previous Harry Potter books, but frankly this series is over-rated and the last book was hyped beyond reason and worth. Rowling gave us a fantasy series that was based on bits and pieces of every other fantasy series ever written; and while her wit is sharp and her action scenes well-executed, her main claim to fame is that her books were targeted at a youthful readership while being enjoyable to adults. To wit, Harry Potter attracted the horde of readers who were interested in fantasy but who barely got past “The Hobbit” and never successfully read “The Lord of the Rings.”
(Dumbledore’s similarity to Gandalf is enough that any lawyer with ambition could try suing over it. Maybe that’s why Dumbledore is suddenly gay. I dunno.)
Other low points in the final book include the slaying of a few characters that die without any particular purpose. There was one signifigant death that held a spark of purpose; the rest, were bodies layed by the wayside. There were no goodbyes for them. They’re dead. Bam. Next. After seven books, and the elaborate funeral scene afforded to Dumbledore in the previous book, one would think Rowling could spare a few moments for the freshly-fallen. Nope, it’s just a casualty list.
And the epilogue at the end? Short, shitty, and cheap, and again without much purpose. I think Rowling used the epilogue to keep the door propped open, in case she ever needs to make a few quick million by churning out another book. Given this woman’s pechant for media sensation, I’ve a feeling she’ll eventually “give in” to the “pleading of the fans” and write some book to explain the crap she came up with in the epilogue that jumped 20 years ahead.
Or maybe she’ll write a new book to explain Dumbledore’s failed romance. Somehow, I don’t see school libraries stocking that one.
Ya know, if there was gonna be a gay character, my money would have been on Harry’s cousin Dudley. And the house-elves didn’t seem too straight either. Come to think of it, Ron Weasley wasn’t the most masculine persona I’ve ever seen drift across a page. And Professor McGonagall seemed kinda butch. And….

