I surprised myself yesterday, with ruminations upon my scanty experience with #HarryPotter. I had vaguely recollected that I'd drifted away from the Harry Potter books simply because they were getting to be more of a slog to read, in my opinion at the time: her prose was getting gassier and her plots were getting more contrived and arbitrary, etc.
But I'd forgotten that I had a specific, intense beef with the books, aside from Rowling's useless slaughtering of unicorns in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone: Mad-Eye Moody.
I was reminded of him because in the film of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which I've never watched and only read once, Moody is played by Brendan Gleeson, a favorite actor, and memorable for other things of mythopoeic interest to us (e.g. The Secret of Kells.)
I'd forgotten how cheated I felt by Jo Rowling's literary treatment of Mad-Eye Moody. Was that an extreme reaction? Was I alone in feeling as if, by the end of Goblet of Fire, we'd never actually met Mad-Eye Moody at all? Rowling writes lengthy (and moody) scenes for the fellow only to reveal abruptly that he's a fake, a ringer. Am I wrong to think that she was jerking the reader around?