Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone
By J.K. Rowling
Scholastic Press, October 1998
ISBN 0-590-35340-3
hardcover, 309 pp.
US $16.95
Because people keep asking: Harry Potter
and the Chamber of Secrets will be released in the U.S. on June 2, 1999.
The release date was stepped up from September because of demand. -- cms
Harry Potter doesn't know it yet, but in magical circles, he's the most
famous boy in the world. The premise of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's
Stone, published in the UK under the equally unwieldy title of Harry
Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, is that the world is secretly full
of witches and wizards. They have their own newspapers, their own
currency, and their own schools; and they all go to a great deal of
effort to conceal the existence of magic from the mundane folk, who are,
for no adequately explained reason, known as Muggles. It is a
thoroughly delightful book, ideal for reading aloud to children, and
clever enough for adults.
When Harry Potter was a baby, the evil wizard Voldemort killed his
parents and tried to kill Harry too. Harry inexplicably failed to die,
however, and Voldemort vanished, apparently out of pure frustration.
While Britain's witches celebrated like Munchkins who've just seen a
chunk of Kansas real estate land where it'll do the most good, Harry
was sent to live with his only surviving family, the Dursleys.
The Dursleys, regrettably, are the sort of pathologically insipid
middle-class caricatures that usually die gruesomely in Roald Dahl
stories. Harry leads a miserable existence with his pompous uncle,
shrill aunt, and oafish cousin Dudley. He sleeps in a spider-filled
closet under the stairs; he wears Dudley's cast-off clothing; and he
inevitably gets blamed whenever anything odd happens. Harry gets
blamed a lot, because odd things do seem to happen around him, particularly
when Dudley torments him. The first several chapters, in which the
Dursleys try to cope with Harry, are hilarious and unpredictable.
(Orphans always do seem to be much more satisfyingly mistreated in
British books than in American ones. Perhaps British authors feel
obligated to uphold the tradition of Dickens and Burnett, or maybe
they're just crueller by nature.)
Everything changes on Harry's eleventh birthday, when a hairy giant
arrives to deliver his acceptance to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry, the most exclusive boarding school in Britain for magical
folk. The story turns rather formulaic once Harry arrives at Hogwarts.
All the boarding school cliches make an appearance: the swaggering bully,
the spitefully unfair teacher, the Big Game. Of course, at most boarding
schools, the spiteful teacher uses a less arcane textbook than One
Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, and the Big Game isn't played swooping
on broomsticks high above the field.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone is just a tremendously likable
book, the sort that makes you smile at odd moments when bits of it pop
into your head. Even when it's predictable, it's sprinkled with whimsical
details: owl mail, booger-flavored jelly beans, school ghosts who really
take an interest. J.K. Rowling does leave a few very deliberate loose
ends for the sequels to deal with. The next book, Harry Potter and the
Chamber of Secrets, is already out in Britain, and will be published in
the US in June 1999.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"Is he--a bit mad?" he asked Percy uncertainly.
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
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About the Reviewer
Christina Schulman is originally from Florida, Land of Enormous Bugs, but she now lives in Pittsburgh, Land of Enormous Potholes. By day, she is a computer programmer at an Internet startup company. In her nonexistent free time, she enjoys reading SF, arguing about SF, manufacturing excuses to visit bookstores, and writing about herself in the third person.
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