Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Parts 1 & 2 by J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany
My rating: 2 of 5 starsIt’s not often that I feel inclined to write legitimate reviews on [Goodreads]—I usually content myself with ratings. However, I have to vent my thoughts about this for cathartic reasons. What follows is arguably just a petulant rant. You have been warned.
I delayed reading Cursed Child for years because I saw enough about it online to know I would not like it. Alas, the obsessive completionist in me finally took the plunge, and the self-fulfilling prophecy was realized.
Let me begin by admitting that I am extremely biased. I am part of the generation that grew up with Harry Potter, and I am one of those Millennials whom the Zoomers meme about building a whole personality around the HP series. I’m not saying I’m proud of it, but that’s how it was. I remember sitting in a kindergarten classroom in the late 90s and being positively enthralled as my teacher read aloud from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone . I incessantly harassed my parents to get every book from 4-7 on release day. My best friend and I would share each new book, literally reading over each other’s shoulders because we only had one copy between us. I attended the opening night of every film, and I loved them just because they were Harry Potter and hated them because the books were so much better. I was part of online HP communities and fansites before Pottermore was even an inkling of an idea. To this day, I still reread or relisten to the series religiously every few years—more for nostalgic comfort than anything else.
All that being said, I recognize how difficult a feat it was to satisfy fans of this series who had so many memories and so much love tied up in this world and these characters. I don’t envy the challenge of creating an entertaining play for a beloved series with a dedicated fanbase. BUT! I just cannot get over how much Cursed Child felt like a blatant slap in the face to the HP fandom and the preexisting universe. As others have already said, it reads like bad fanfiction. And if it were just bad, unofficial fanfiction, I could shrug my shoulders and simply move on. But this is officially licensed and published OOC fanfiction with J.K. Rowling’s stamp of canonical approval, and that is what simply I can’t get past.
Anyway, in conclusion to this rambling, I cannot fathom how this barely cohesive story got a canonical seal of Wizarding World approval. More than that, I don’t understand why this is not universally despised by fans of the series. Sure, as a standalone work, it might be okay (at best), but it directly contradicts the priorly established story and facts from the HP universe. I’m bitter about it. I wish it didn’t exist. Life goes on.
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𝓟.𝓢. This review was crossposted from Goodreads because it contains actual thoughts rather than a typically facetious single-sentence remark. View all my book ratings and pointless takes on Goodreads or The StoryGraph.
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