
Rereading Harry Potter and Losing Some of the Magic
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Harry Potter was the first “real” book I had ever read.
Sure, I had read small stories and some light chapter books, but this marked the beginning of my love for literature. I was five, and I saw the eye-catching cover of The Prisoner of Azkaban on a shelf in a Barnes and Noble. I somehow convinced my mom to buy it for me. Everything changed from there. Fast forward fifteen years. Now I want to write about books for a living.
So, for that, I owe Harry Potter a great deal. Sometimes I wonder if my tastes in reading, or even my degree of enjoyment from books would be the same if I hadn’t read it at such a crucial age.
But, even the things we hold dear are not exempt from criticism. As I learned and grew, the series I had loved did not. So now, I’m looking back at what shaped me so completely. As I was rereading Harry Potter, I asked myself — what aspects were as good as I remembered, and what failed to meet my adult expectations?
Oh, the Nostalgia
I remember staying up until midnight when I was ten to receive a copy of The Deathly Hallows at Barnes and Noble. It was a big deal for me to stay up that late then. There were people sleeping under tables, sitting on bookshelves, you name it. We were all waiting to see how the story would end. Gryffindor scarves draped upon necks, wands at the ready. And these were mostly adults. I haven’t witnessed any type of response near that for any other series. The nostalgia that fills me up when I watch or read the series — that’s a definite positive of rereading Harry Potter. Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop me from noticing the not-so-positives.THE CATASTROPHE OF CHO CHANG and other witches and wizards of color
via GIPHY So, I know that the students that go to Hogwarts are from the United Kingdom and there’s not a lot of people of color there. Given that, Rowling should have put in plenty of care and research to her few characters of color. Instead, we have various forgettable side characters of color like Lee Jordan and Dean Thomas. Not so forgettable is Cho Chang, who I remembered mostly from the movies as a cute character that made me squeal when she kissed Harry. Upon rereading Harry Potter a second time, this character disturbed me. First of, she is quite possibly the most annoying character to come out of these books, on par with Dolores Umbridge. In addition, most of my qualms with her stem from spoken word poet Rachel Rostad’s critique of Rowling’s books. Some of these include- putting the only East Asian character in the nerdy house (Ravenclaw)
- the fact that Cho Chang is the combination of two Korean last names while Cho is Chinese (seriously J.K., just Google a Chinese girl’s name)
- having Cho follow in the footsteps of many other Asian caricatures by conjuring the tragic-Asian-woman-falls-in-love-with-a-white-man cliche. In the books, it seems all Cho does is cry over Cedric or cry over Harry or cry in general.
Rowling dropped the ball on this one.