Still, it sounds as if we are essentially in agreement. I assert that the books are doubly a fantasy: first with all the magic and monsters and things, and secondly because they are placed in a social context that never really existed except in the minds of people who are now adults of an advanced age.
More and more it seems to me these days that childhood is becoming an adult's projection of what they think it should be, and not something that children are meant to experience for themselves.
Now go read that George Orwell essay, you could probably find it online (no time to search it out right now but if I find it I will post the URL). It will break your fever, cure your sore throat, restore your ideological persepctive and revitalize your faith in the English language.
Meanwhile, I have to go turn some of my perfectly good prose into a porridgelike mass of passive-voice, run-on sentences to keep my tin-eared boss happy. Excuse me - [whoosh]
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Still, it sounds as if we are essentially in agreement. I assert that the books are doubly a fantasy: first with all the magic and monsters and things, and secondly because they are placed in a social context that never really existed except in the minds of people who are now adults of an advanced age.
More and more it seems to me these days that childhood is becoming an adult's projection of what they think it should be, and not something that children are meant to experience for themselves.
Now go read that George Orwell essay, you could probably find it online (no time to search it out right now but if I find it I will post the URL). It will break your fever, cure your sore throat, restore your ideological persepctive and revitalize your faith in the English language.
Meanwhile, I have to go turn some of my perfectly good prose into a porridgelike mass of passive-voice, run-on sentences to keep my tin-eared boss happy. Excuse me - [whoosh]