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THE LAST ROUNDUP

Our Harry Potter arrived here about noon today.

John is reading it as I type.

I am going to wait until he is finished.

It is hard staying away from the spoilers though.

I foolishly waded into the two reviews that appeared prematurely in the NYT and Salon. I thought they were just regular articles. No. Reviews.

I was not amused.

The LATimes put up a headline that I should get out my handkerchief.

It is OK. All this excitement.

I got a little teary when we got the book.

I know. So stupid.

But we have read each one and, unlike many friends, have stayed connected with it emotionally.

That doesn't make me a better person but it does say something about my refusal to jade or grow all cynical about shit.

In due course, I will read about the last roundup of all the characters.

It is a real phenomena. Not fake. Genuine.

There is little that has such a wide cultural span as this.

I do not agree with that asshole Harold Bloom that this is low art. Although I don't think there is anything wrong with low art.

I consider Rowling's work to be art of the highest sort.

All the myths it contains. Dickensian. And so on.

Did I say that Harold Bloom is an asshole? An ugly bastard too.

Ad hominem. Amen.

He is a right winger. Editorial in the WSJ.

So, the book is here and we are into it.

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