*SPOILERS* Harry Potter and the Cursed Child *SPOILERS*

DO NOT READ THIS BLOG ENTRY IF YOU WANT TO AVOID SPOILERS FOR THE HARRY POTTER AND THE CURSED CHILD PLAY, BOTH THE SCRIPT AND STAGE PRODUCTION. I fully respect the #KeepTheSecrets movement and that is why I am attempting to hide my thoughts under a bunch of disclaimer-type layers. The reason I am even putting my thoughts on the internet is because a lot of people back in Australia have asked for specific spoiler-y feedback, and obviously they won’t be seeing the show anytime soon, so this is my attempt to provide that. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. DON’T READ ON IF YOU WANT SECRETS KEPT. Continue reading

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child! And other things…

 

So quite a bit has happened since my last foray into blogging, the main event being that my beloved friend Michelle came to stay! She came to Europe for about three weeks and arrived in Edinburgh to visit us first. It was the best thing in the world to see her (and an excuse to revisit Edinburgh and Craigmillar Castles, as well as eat lots of cake and take a very jet-lagged guest to the final night of Harry Potter trivia)

She traipsed off to Austria and Slovenia to go paragliding(!) and other fun things and Sean and I got our tourist on again and went to several events that were fundamentally Scottish:

Neu! Reekie! Celts! – Neu! Reekie! Is a monthly showcase of music and poetry and film (all very avant-garde and interesting) and this one took place in the National Museum of Scotland to mark the end of the Celts exhibition. Highlights included Liz-freaking-Lochhead, fast becoming my favourite poet of all time; Charlotte Church – yes, that Charlotte Church – and her 10-piece electro-pop orchestra; free whisky tastings; and free entry into the exhibition, which we’ve seen before but did again because it’s amazing.

Doors Open Day – similar to Open Doors Day in Melbourne – we went to the Canongate Kirk and the John Knox House. I’d been to the John Knox House before but Sean had not, and it was interesting to see it again because I had the audio guide this time that told me a bit more. We had been to the Canongate Kirkyard before – it holds several people of note, including the poet Robert Fergusson and what is rumoured to be the body of Mary, Queen of Scots’ murdered secretary, David Rizzio. But the actual church I had not seen inside, and it is, surprisingly, strikingly modern inside. It actually felt a bit nautical with the colour scheme and the various insignia adorning the interior.

McGonagall nite – a night of bad poetry, music, and speeches celebrating the life of William McGonagall, fondly remembered as Scotland’s worst poet. It began in Greyfriars Kirkyard where he is buried (interestingly, it is his gravestone that J K Rowling was supposedly inspired by to name Hogwarts’ Transfiguration Professor and general all-round badass, Minerva McGonagall). The bagpipes played a lament, and then we followed the piper through the streets to the Captain’s Bar, a FANTASTIC little pub that sits below the flat he died in. There, we were treated to more bagpipes, many poetry readings of severely awful poetry, and speeches about his life. We were instructed to stand and toast everytime his name was mentioned, reciting the phrase ‘Sir William Topaz McGonagall, poet and tragedian, Knight of the White Elephant of Burma’ – the way he styled himself. What an unapologetic sweetheart. Loved every moment!

The Palace of Holyroodhouse – I finally went to see this palace with my friend Sophie. We wanted to catch the end of an exhibition of the Queen’s outfits, currently being shown around the UK to celebrate her 90th birthday. It was a smaller exhibition than I expected (the bulk of the collection being in Buckingham Palace), but the garments on display were incredible. They were accompanied with photos of Her Majesty wearing them, as well as information about the design and designers. The Holyrood Palace segment of the exhibition obviously included all the royal tartans and the robes she wears as head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle – Scotland’s order of chivalry. But of course, we got to see the rest of the Palace itself. It is the Queen’s official residence in Scotland, so still a working palace, but you can go through the historic State Apartments when they are not in use and even see the apartments of Mary, Queen of Scots (including the rooms where her secretary was attacked and murdered in front of a heavily pregnant Mary). Intense and amazing experience. I have a yearly ticket now, so will go back another time and do it again. There was so much to take in at once, so, like Edinburgh Castle, if you can manage a second visit or multiple visits, it is worth it. There are also the ruins of Holyrood Abbey to see and the beautiful Palace grounds, overlooking Arthur’s Seat and the Salisbury Crags.

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Other things I have done that warrant a mention:

  • Bridget Jones’s Baby! Loved it! Was worried it would not live up to the first two, but I was happily reassured. Renee Zellweger is luminous. I laughed loudly. A perfect success!
  • Went to a launch of a literary journal, edited by a friend of mine. The theme of this edition was poetry in translation, so the launch included some beautiful performances of multi-lingual music and spoken word.
  • Went to Stockbridge with a friend and visited Golden Hare Books, potentially my new favourite bookstore in Edinburgh. A beautiful oasis of calm and quiet. Dangerous for the bank account.
  • Had a corporate induction at work! Not particularly exciting, but important nonetheless.

However, the main purpose of this blog was to tell you about London. I’ve had this trip booked for months, but only found out when Michelle arrived a couple of weeks ago that she would be here too! So I’ve spent the last couple of days with Michelle again! We have continued our tourism-and-cake escapades, doing a walking tour of the Old City of London and finding the most charming little bakery (Primrose Bakery) to treat ourselves to some delicious cake-ventures. The walking tour included all kinds of historic information about the actual City of London (as opposed to Greater London) that boggle the mind, and finished by part of the Roman Wall. Definitely a solid recommendation from me! I also nerded out and went to get my one-year Reader Pass from the British Library – now I have no excuse! I have to return for study. I stayed at a hostel near to Kings Cross – six-bed dorm, free and simple breakfast, and GOOD SHOWERS for about 20 pounds a night. If you’re not afraid of roughing it in a hostel, I would recommend it (ask for a bottom bunk as the top bunks can’t reach the power points to charge your phone…)

But. But. The reason for my visit. A Facebook contact in Melbourne had mentioned months ago that she had a ticket to Harry Potter and the Cursed Child going begging. I had written off this experience, convinced when the tickets went on sale that I didn’t have the money or even the knowledge I would be in the UK when the play was on. I knew we were going to Edinburgh, but I didn’t know if it was going to work out, if I’d be in a position to get to London over six months after we had arranged to leave Australia. What if we had to come home and my money was wasted? But now, settled in Edinburgh, knowing this was happening for the long haul, I was able to seize the opportunity. I went to the launch of the play script earlier this year, got my copy, and DIDN’T TOUCH IT. I wanted the proper experience, seeing it onstage without knowing anything about the story and allowing myself to be surprised by the spectacle. I know this sounds smug – I’m sorry, I don’t mean to – and it frustrates me that this is such an exclusive experience. It’s a financial and geographical privilege that I don’t think should be associated with a story this popular. I appreciate that the script was released worldwide to allow readers everywhere to know what happens, but scripts are not written to be read, they are written to be performed. And that means that unless you have the means to get to London and pay for a ticket, you are excluded from seeing this story the way it was conceived to be seen. There are stage directions in the script that are just that – stage directions. They can’t possibly compare with the awesome and intense experience that actors, music, sets, costume, special effects, and the feeling of being part of an enraptured audience brings to the table. And enraptured we were. Spontaneous applause, laughter, audible gasping and (in some cases) swearing were all heard throughout the show from the spectators, and there was a standing ovation at the end.

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I don’t think I’ve ever seen a show like it. It is in two parts – you are supposed to see Part One as a matinee and Part Two in the evening, OR Part One and Part Two on consecutive evenings. Both parts are just over two and a half hours long including a twenty minute interval in each, which leaves us with a show more-or-less four and a half hours long. The actors must be absolutely knackered at the end of every day. I don’t want to spoil anything, so this review won’t, but I am more than happy to discuss in private with people that have read or seen it, or people that don’t mind being spoiled. All I will say is this: the storyline was 100% not what I expected. I don’t exactly know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I am so glad I stayed away from the script! But it was 100% more wonderful than anything I expected as well. The magic onstage was an interesting mix – half of it seemed to be more stylized – you could see how the magic had been created and carried off, but it worked as part of the show. The other half was just baffling. We were sitting five rows from the front in the stalls with a perfect view, and I was completely stumped by how some of it was done and I was looking very carefully. The casting – utterly perfect. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Draco and all the other characters we know were up there on stage and I might have even shed a tear or two watching them deal with the crazy shit J. K. Rowling and the two dudes she wrote the show with put them through. It probably took me about ten or fifteen minutes to get used to seeing the actors as the characters – they are all very different from the portrayals we are used to for obvious reasons – they’ve aged. But the characterisation was nearly perfect. I suppose if I had one criticism it would be that Ginny was too similar to movie-Ginny rather than book-Ginny…but it is a small criticism indeed.

The ‘new’ characters (ie the ones we didn’t meet properly in the book or film series) were wonderful, the sets were a masterpiece, and the music by Imogen Heap put it on another level entirely. Most of all, it was entertaining. It’s without a doubt the longest show I have seen and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want this journey to be finished again.

I know some people have been disappointed with parts of it and that is understandable – this series and this world means so much to so many people. It is impossible to please everyone and to take the story in a direction that all the billions of fans would agree with. I feel very lucky that I was one of the ones who loved it, who will treasure the memory of seeing it onstage forever. I’m sure it will tour, and I’m sure it will end up on screen in some sort of format at some stage. I hope everyone who wants to see it gets the chance. I would thoroughly, heartily recommend it.

So yeah, I didn’t really sleep after seeing it. Was too excited, with it all running through my head. I should also mention that the two girls I saw the show with were lovely. They were obviously friends of the girl back in Melbourne that I had bought the ticket from, so I didn’t meet them in person until I was at the theatre. But they were great, and took me to see the House of Minalima between shows, which is the shop set up by the graphic designers of the film series. It’s like a kooky little museum of all the different designs used in the Potter franchise, from the textbook covers, to the letters, the ‘Wanted’ posters, and the Marauders Map. It is insanely expensive so I didn’t buy anything, but you are permitted to take photos! We went for Spanish for dinner, briefly saw Michelle who brought me hazelnut and carrot cake because she is brilliant, and I stopped on my walk back home to help two tourists whose phones weren’t working and apartment wasn’t open. I should have slept really well! But I was too busy thinking of Harry.

I checked out after breakfast the next morning and met Michelle at Kings Cross where we stored our luggage and browsed the Harry Potter shop (of course). Then we had a cup of tea and visited the Treasures of the Collection exhibition at the British Library. This exhibition is one of the best in London (says me, a librarian, of course) and includes original books and documents that pretty much shaped society as we know it. I think the earliest item I saw was an 8th century Qu’ran, but there may have been something(s) older. Obviously the main attractions for myself were Jane Austen’s writing desk, a draft of Persuasion, letters from Mary, Queen of Scots, and Elizabeth I, and the Brontë material, which include a mini-exhibition on Jean Rhys and Wide Sargasso Sea.

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There is so much else in there though – the Magna Carta! Gutenberg’s Bible! Handwritten documents from The Beatles! Beowulf! DaVinci’s notebooks! I would definitely see it if you have an interest in history. And it’s free! After we left the library, there was time for one final cake date at Kings Cross before I had to say goodbye to Michelle. I will miss her so much! But seeing her and spending the time with her that I did was good for my soul.

The train ride home went fairly quickly – I was devouring the Cursed Child script, finally, with the memories of the night before playing through my head as I read. Back to reality now, but a pleasant reality it is. I really doubt my next blog is going to be this exciting….

Meeting a hero

This is just a short update. There aren’t really words to describe this experience, so I just wrote a couple of paragraphs to try and commemorate it for myself.

Like most kids of my generation, I grew up reading the Harry Potter books. I remember pre-ordering the new releases and attending the midnight screenings of the films, as well reading up on different theories and opinion pieces on the internet and racing around to the filming locations and places associated with the series on my backpacking trips to the UK (I’m a particularly enthusiastic fan, obviously). Since I was nine, the books have been my favourite series, and J K Rowling has been my favourite (living) author. I remember reading Philosopher’s Stone and meeting Hermione Granger, a heroine made for nerdy, bookish girls with big teeth like me. I remember Prisoner of Azkaban blowing my tiny mind with its plot twists and revelations. I remember being in utter and total love with flawed, annoying, wonderful Ron Weasley. I remember reading Deathly Hallows and starting to cry when we lost Dobby and not stopping until forty-five minutes after I’d finished the book. I was crying because it was over, and I missed the characters I’d come to love like they were real friends, but I was also crying because I was so inescapably happy for them, that everything had turned out all right and that all was well. Re-reading the books is one of my most treasured pleasures. Sometimes I listen to Stephen Fry read them, but I have to pull the car over during the sad bits because my glasses fog up and I can’t see the road. These books have been my comfort in awful, dark times of my life and some of my best friends and I and initially bonded over our love for all things Potter. It’s embarrassing to admit but the fact that J K Rowling had lived and written in this city was a partial factor in my decision to move to Edinburgh.

So today, when I saw the lady herself in person, sitting with a coffee and looking at her phone, my heart leapt into my throat and I made myself say hello. I’ve seen authors I love in person before (occupational hazard with the amount of writing festivals and book-related events I frequent), and more often than not, I don’t say hi because I’m embarrassed and don’t want to interrupt them. But this was Jo Rowling, the woman almost singlehandedly responsible for the person I am today – a reader, writer, librarian, and passionate lover of words. So I asked her if she was who I thought she was. She looked at me and smiled and said ‘Probably, yes’. It all became a bit of a blur after that, but I do remember thanking her, and asking if I could shake her hand. I told her that I was a librarian and writer, and that it might not have happened if not for her work. She thanked me – she thanked me – and then graciously agreed to let me take a photo with her. I remember being so nervous that I actually couldn’t remember how to work the camera on my phone and I gabbled about the move to Edinburgh to fill in the time while I worked it out and then I took the photo and said goodbye and thank you. She was so kind and accommodating and gracious, and she looked so lovely. I had to go and sit down afterwards because I was shaking. It meant so much that she gave me those minutes of her time, especially as I’d interrupted her while she was having a coffee. It was brilliant. I don’t know what else to say. I feel so lucky.

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I love living here

It has been a couple of weeks since my last update, and it feels as though we’ve been here forever. We have a tiny, lovely flat in Leith, and have more or less collected everything we need for it from the multitude of charity shops scattered through the city. We’ve traipsed up and down the Old and New Towns, taking photos, drinking hot beverages, and becoming increasingly familiar with the twisting closes and wynds that curl around the place. Here’s a quick list of some of my favourite things:

  • The Stand Comedy Club – incredibly cheap entertainment with some fantastic comics, good drinks, and a friendly, cosy atmosphere
  • Markets on Castle Terrace and Grassmarket, selling fresh produce, arts and crafts, and delicious lunches
  • Day trip to Glasgow – we checked out the Kelvingrove Museum and went for a long, sunny walk through the city
  • Leith – our neighbourhood is a place of arty, somewhat rebellious culture. There are huge green spaces, tiny cafes and bistros, and a never-ending parade of bars
  • The Edinburgh Book Lovers’ Tour – a brilliant trip through the South side of the city, hearing tales of the lives and careers of Robert Louis Stevenson, Sir Walter Scott, J M Barrie, J K Rowling, Ian Rankin, and many more
  • Calton Hill and Holyrood Park – we climbed Calton Hill on a dark, foggy night, when we could see our breath and the silhouettes of the old buildings scared the life out of me. We climbed Arthur’s Seat and wandered around Holyrood Park in the sunshine, along with plenty of tourists, families, and dogs
  • The myriad of coffee shops and restaurants we’ve been to – including Spoon Cafe, (formerly Nicolson Cafe where J K Rowling used to write), Punjabi Junction (a social enterprise a two minute walk from our house), Mary’s Milk Bar (lovely malted chocolate on Grassmarket), and far too many more to list here

I’ve tried to carry on with my writing, but I haven’t been as disciplined as I should have been. I have been looking for paid work at the same time, and after racing around sightseeing, I have been easily tired out. I cobbled together a poem of sorts, more just a random collection of thoughts about Edinburgh so far. It needs a polish, but I like it so far.

I love …

the orderly queues at bus stops

the countryside in the sunshine

the poky little houses

the abundance of greenery

the canals, threaded like silver through the suburbs

the words – dell, grove, Morningside, Silverknowes

the way the tenements look in the rain

the bookshops and theatres, scattered across the city like treasures

the crisp layer of ice over puddles at dawn

the top deck front seat of the bus

the dogs in their winter coats

the mix of languages and accents

the names of the houses

the early spring flowers

how every part of the city competes for best view

how every street corner commemorates something

that night is blacker here