After everything that went down (including Jaime) in the last episode, the show has decided to take a breather and set the scene for the Wars to Come. Which ought to have been great; the essence of Thrones lives in such small, character building moments. But after seven seasons, numerous unravelling plotlines, and no source material to anchor it, I have to confess that the show has gone haywire. For my part, I’m angry. Really angry. And disappointed. And what do I do when I’m wound up about something? I write letters. So, here I am, sending off Ten Ravens (And One Rant) to certain people who really, really, need to stop everything they’re doing and listen to some sense.
Happy Raksha Bandhan from Westeros! Gifts exchanged hands. As did money. Fraternal bonds were renewed. Protection was sought. Incest was kept at bay (thank the gods). Jaime received a warm Rakhi surprise from little brother Tyrion.
Thrones has a way with titles. ‘The Queen’s Justice’ sounds straightforward enough, but given the number of applicants for the current casual-but-contested vacancy of Westeros’ Monarch of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, etc. it is difficult to point out who is the titular Queen is. All of them have their versions of justice: very different, but in their own way, just as rightful.
I wrote this piece TEN YEARS AGO as an ode to the Harry Potter books, after Deathly Hallows was published, read and reread and discussed ad nauseam. Looking back, it is almost impossible to believe that a fifteen year old me could have written all this. And now, as a much older and more world weary me sits down to write more reflections about my continuing (Ten and counting. Yay!) Pottermania and how it has influenced my life and politics, here's some self-indulgence as inspiration and a reminder of my long-lasting ability to SPEW forth about Potter.
A storm rages over the isle of Dragonstone. Dragon Queen Daenerys is moody because she desperately wants to be Homecoming Queen but is worried she may not get enough votes...
One of my favourite parts about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is the Deluminator bequeathed to Ron by Dumbledore. When Ron loses his way, it illuminates a path to go back to those he loves. This blog is an attempt to find my way back to popular culture and literature I have loved and learned so much from. A way to not just consume, but engage critically with it – through reviews, analyses, reflections, and some Firewhiskey-induced humour.