Although the world is, apparently, still well on the road to hell in the proverbial handbasket, with people being slaughtered in Syria, car bombs exploding in Baghdad, Greece in an unsolvable economic dilemma and the American Republican party falling over themselves in a non-stop
who-can-be-the-biggest-asshole contest, there was a piece of news that brightened my day today, and makes me look forward to the future.
Joanne Rowling is writing another book! (There’s a reason I prefer using Joanne to J K: when Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was about to be published, her publishers, being a bunch of narrow minded male chauvinist pigs, insisted that she use her initials because they didn’t think young boys would want to read a book written by a woman. Really, one would think we’d have put that nonsense to rest a couple of centuries ago.)
It’s not going to be another Harry Potter book, of course. She wrapped that series up quite nicely. We don’t know what it will be yet, except that it is an “adult” book. No, that doesn’t mean porno. It just means it won’t be a kid’s book.
I’ll be surprised if it’s as good as the Harry Potter books. They were inspired, a work of genius. She says that the idea came to her during a train ride and by the time she arrived at her destination, the framework for the books was complete.
Trains are pretty amazing like that. Einstein got his idea for the theory of relativity while looking out of a train window and I’ve written plenty of my poems while riding on trains. I think it’s something to do with the rhythmic clicking of the wheels and the gently rocking motion.
But I’m pretty sure it will be good. She’s a brilliant writer. Clear, concise story telling, well developed, believable characters and a fun, clever and creative sense of wordplay make for great reading, no matter what the genre.
I’m certainly looking forward to reading it.
