So, y’all know that I am a very social person with a looong line of friends (right? (actually, I last had a bestfriend at 8)), so, around and about, long story short, I got another acquaintance to add on that looong list- but the most interesting thing is that this one was a writer- a devoted lover of fantasy!
He is currently working on a complex-plot series of fantasy novels generally entitled Cities of Stone (the title is already mesmerising- the likes of Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings; or Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia), and when I say complex– I mean that very sophisticated plot like no-child’s-book (this reminds me, why do they refer to Harry Potter as a children’s fantasy book yet it is all complex plot? I’m kidding). Anyways, he sent me (or us) a short prologue and a short first chapter for a review. (Well, it’s a pleasure that someone honours my opinion- but many do, not so?)
Anyways, this is a strong loud disclaimer: I am not good at reading many things (blame that on the fact that I’m not a native English speaker, thank you): poetry, complex-vocabulary prose et cetera so, I’d really appreciate if y’all authors first film/ televise your stories before people like me can read the text (are there people like me in this thing?)- I tend to understand best when I know what I’m reading, especially in the categories I’ve mentioned above.
Now, back to the gist of the post, this novel series starts with a poem (which I’m not sure he’ll be okay with me sharing yet) which for the first time I comprehended- though I’m afraid that may have been literally- but that’s a good start, Ignatius J. B., a tap on the shoulder.
Then the next big thing is the prologue: now, one thing about prologues is that they are usually so creatively used in stories in the sense that they usually contain the gist of the whole story- be it a series of a thousand instalments or even a single release (and that’s according to my theory, thanks for asking). Case in point is George R. R. Martin’s prologue in the first instalment of the A Song of Ice and Fire fantasy novel series: A Game of Thrones. That prologue contains the whole story’s major threat: the Night Walkers- something that George artistically continues to remind of his authors for example through famous dialogues containing Winter is coming et cetera; and also in real-life during his media interviews. Many readers (or viewers too) keep forgetting this fact too- but those who consume literature like it’s something deeper that what’s beneath our noses, we notice that stuff (I guess that was blowing my own trumpet?). The other good example is Robert Galbraith’s (J. K. Rowling’s) The Cuckoo’s Calling prologue that narrated the death of the celebrity model- something that the whole series rotates around.
Guess what- I have just realised that this sample I was sent is headed Epilogue– so I guess I have to confirm with him that it wasn’t a technical error. Back to my point on prologues, I currently can’t comment on it’s beauty until I get the overall plot of the entire series for reasons I’ve explained above but on the general appeal of the composition, it is really captivating; very nice.
On the first chapter, well… err like I said, I’m poor at reading complex vocabulary stuff so in terms of plot, I can’t give any comment but on the artistic use of language- wow! (Indeed wow because I was defeated by the vocabulary). this guy describes nature like it’s going to be a romantic scene yet it is what I usually see outside my window (I rarely get time to stare in space by the way). Oh, by the way, this setting seems to be foreign because there is use of horses, et cetera and horses weren’t really an African thing (You argue? My Google search result is saying that The horse period in Africa is usually dated between 2000 and 1200 BC. So, kindly argue with that).
Finally, let me sign out by saying Good job, Kevin S. and I wish you not only luck, but also healthy insomnia (because you really need it if you ever have to author book(s) in addition to your daily cares- I’ve been there).
After Missy steals and uses Meemaw’s makeup (she actually looked beautiful even if it’s obvious the film director(s) wanted her to look laughable) for the school photo shoots and she later gets scolded by her mother for the same after receiving a call from the school about it (which was really pulled off perfectly funnily: Missy didn’t at all expect the photographer to make the call to her mum when she said that he could call her to confirm that she wore makeup with her mum’s consent), and then left at Meemaw’s place for the night after she upsets her mother when she says that she wished Meemaw was her mother (because she is much less strict than her mother), Meemaw, so effortlessly and yet most efficiently puts Missy back in the line when she reveals to Missy that her mother only started to be as strict, principled (and obviously nagging) after she had her and because of her!
Meemaw explains that Mary promised God that she would become a devoted and staunch Christian if he helped her have her Missy alive after she had learnt that her pregnancy was problematic. Therefore, Meemaw tell Missy, next time you upset your mum, you may want to know how much you mean to her!
This can be very character changing and a turning point to many kids (except where I come from, I’m kidding) to honour and love their parents more after they learn that everything their parents are is because of them- and for their own good; and Missy’s reaction after this was perfectly appropriate.
But, as we know, that perspective of the story is not for this post, this post looks at the fact that we can make promises to God so as to be assisted in turn. This part is particularly special to me because I have been through this. In my childhood, there were days when I was so staunch that when I look back, I fear the Spirit left me. At that time, without anyone teaching me, I knew, felt and did promise God to say, become a staunch firm believer or to recite the rosary on a daily basis or to fast from something edible if not completely everything so as say, he helps me get very good grades at school. And I always felt it was going to pass: that conviction was inherent in me by the Spirit I hope and that it’s still with and in me (the reverse feels like the case).
It is true, what Mary Cooper did: to promise God to become a church person and she indeed fulfilled her promise if God had saved her foetus, Missy is a real-life, working, valid spiritual technique.
P.S: Young Sheldon is a massively nice production that I can’t stop when I start hitting on all the fun and beautifully creative moments: thumbs up to Executive Producer Chuck Lorre and all talented actors(tresses) in there…the list is endless.
In chapter 2: Bran, Catelyn, Ned’s wife (whom I’m not very fond of for one, she failed to believe in the good man her husband was and easily fell for the lie her husband had cooked up so as to protect the true king of the 7 kingdoms, Jon Snow: that Jon was his adulterous son- bastard for that case; and two, she mistreated the poor boy- such a cold step mother!) comes up to her husband in the beautifully described godswood and portrayed in the HBO series as beautifully as paradise. The first thing that her husband says to her and the author’s comment made it all so inspirational for me to be a tirelessly caring father- like Ned, I think:
He lifted his head to look at her. “Catelyn,” he said. His voice was distant and formal. “Where are the children?” He would always ask her that.
Wow! Isn’t that beautiful? He would always ask her where the kids were and probably how they were. Thank you for inspiring a dedicated father in me George R. R. Martin.
I guess I now understand the theory in literature that one of the importances of literature is to inspire; inspire good morals; and lead to self identity discovery.
I Iike the juxtaposition in Raised By Wolves HBO max original series season 1, in the second to last episode, 9: Umblical.
The film maker(s) have repeatedly tried to indirectly and artistically mock or challenge human and robot stereotypical identities.
In episode 9 at 23:36, while Sue was diagnosing Mother’s pregnancy, Mother asks Sue why she cares about Paul yet he’s not your own and Sue doesn’t have the programming for the same that Mother has (as a necromancer; robot). Sue replies that it’s called human empathy, something you’ll never understand because you’re just a lab piece of tech! (Wow! That hurt a bit, Sue, a little softness next time)
Now the intriguing part is at 36:05 when Sue says I can’t have kids after Mother asks her why she was tryina help her and her baby. For now, since we don’t know that this isn’t really a pregnancy, we can see the juxtaposition that whereas humans are procreative and natural and all in contrast to androids or robots or necromancers like Mother, in this case, the vice versa is true.
But Sue had hinted on it in the same episode 9 at 23:47 that she and Sue could have stuff in common, as atheists.
Good job there, creator Aaron Guzikowski and producer Ridley Scott. (By the way, we should learn bringing the backstage guys in successful projects to the spotlight because they’re really like the backbones of those projects, instead of alwaysonly adoringthestars we see in our faces)
So, here we are! Who would have thought I‟d ever review Harry? My biggest fantasy Harry Potter! Anyway, somehow my angel saw that coming, not with the kind of obsession I had with it. In this commentary, I’ll be handling both the 8 movies and 7 books, majorly commenting on the commendable parts in each category or parts that cut across the two forms of literature.
So my personal journey with Harry? I watched the first movie at a young age of about 10 years or so. It goes without saying that I was immensely head over hills with the movie. In my naivety as a kid, and having no adult to support me in my fantasy world of literature financially and with tech, I couldn’t easily obtain a part II (as I referred to the sequels then). I let it pass but every time I would go to church and we reach that part where the service leader is enthusiastically asking everyone to pray for what they need, my lips only muttered: God, please give me magic! (How ironical!) Years later, I learnt that magic somehow meant satanic powers and I was so embarrassed at myself about what I was praying for. Later, I kind of modified my own interpretation of satanic powers to fit what I really felt. I wanted to be outstanding- be helpful to people- to make both of my parents so proud of me by topping my class consecutively. So I convinced myself that I wanted supernatural powers to do all the above, without being connected to Satan. Long story cut short, I researched so much about supernatural powers and all the same, I grew even more passionate about them. This was around the same time that a friend gave me some more of the sequels and I learnt the movie better. I say learnt the movie better because it is at this time that I realised that I actually had all along been owning a shirt from my sister (yes! I’m a guy who took on from my sister’s shirt) which actually had the picture of Hermione Granger in her Hogwarts uniform with the Hocus Pocus font text pasted above: “Harry Potter”. It goes without saying that I loved this shirt of all my clothes deeply. It is now long gone, though. When I joined high school and realized that my school owned around 4 books (of Harry of course), I read all of them (part of the reasons why my scores deteriorated in those times)- or at least three quarters of them; reading is hard, you know. I never read the rest because I had no funds to purchase them; but later on I found a site where I downloaded the entire book collection for free- and that achievement, though mean on the side of the author, was a dream come true for a teenager in a third world country like me. I then once wrote a letter to Rowling, which I highly doubt ever reached (because my mom scolded me for writing a letter to the whites instead of reading my books, which I wonder up to now of how she got to know about it- what had ever happened to customer privacy with my school’s Posta?) I also sent her DMs on Twitter, which I greatly doubt were ever noticed. By this time, I had already started my novel series about a magical city which I later safely uploaded to keep on my drive so that I could focus on my university studies. The manuscripts stay in draft to date.
I have started this review about 4 years later in my freshman year at university. Yeah, that’s just how Harry is not just any story- it is a masterpiece creation that keeps lingering in your head for years. It is in my fresh man year at university now that I realize, after watching and reading numerous literature, that Harry Potter is not any literature- the harmony and connectedness of the whole plot is striking and wonderful, therefore, why not share my perception of the uniqueness of this story with whoever could probably be thinking likewise? So, shall we?
In a Bible study with a staunch uncle of mine, his response to a question of mine was: God keeps dropping things along the story so that in future when his plan comes to pass, you say, oh… that’s why! The same is true with J.K Rowling (I hate that order of reference- this is my essay so I’ll do as I like and call her Joanne Kathleen Rowling- isn’t she anyway?). The way she keeps her plot intact is almost not human! She plays an event in sequel 3 or even the last sequel and yet it had been an unresolved issue in the very first, The Stone! Yeah, I know y’all folks are swearing that this is common with many literature out there but the skill with which Joanne pulls this off is what makes this particular case exceptional- let’s dive into it: