Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Prisoner of Azkaban

In talks with friends and reading various lists, this is a popular favorite as being the best in the series, and I find that completely understandable.  I would argue a big part of that is because the first three books function as a trilogy.  All three books followed a set pattern, and promises that were made in Sorcerer’s Stone were fulfilled in a delightful measure in Prisoner of Azkaban.

There are some minor examples of this, like the popular wizard sport, Quidditch.  Quidditch was introduced as a way to give Harry a genuine talent in the magical world from the get-go.  Being on a sports team gave him an identity at the school and foreshadowed a solution he would later use to pass one of the obstacles to reach the Sorcerer’s Stone.  Yet, in the earlier novels, only one game was written in each, and this got a little frustrating.  After all, I liked Oliver Wood, Harry’s captain, and his fellow teammates as well, and I was starting to wonder why this game was introduced if the heroes never got to accomplish anything in it.
Prisoner of Azkaban gave us an entire season of Quidditch, actually further the plot and Harry’s character development along, and expanded Harry’s sphere of friends.  (I’ll admit, I had nurtured some hope that in the final novel, Harry’s old Quidditch team would play a greater role in helping his fight against Voldemort.  But, oh well.)  And as an added bonus, which has nothing to do with this being part of a trilogy, Quidditch is where we were introduced to Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory, both of whom played a much bigger role later in the series.
Another promise fulfilled was Harry’s conquering of the Dursleys.  Their abuse of Harry is such a downer at the beginning of every book and even though Harry always has some hope he’ll overcome them (in Sorcerer’s Stone, Harry is banking on the fact they don’t know he’s can’t do magic over vacation) but it always bites him hard by the next installment.  With Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry finally has leverage over the Dursleys and can expect no more physical abuse anymore.
But the real reason it works as the final installment of the trilogy is that we learn more about Harry’s past than in any other novel.  Details would be filled in later, but this is the book where we get our foundation on who Harry’s dad was, who his friends were, what happened the night his parents died, and why Snape hates Harry so much.  The revelations are stunning and the mystery is once again fun (I can see Rowling writing detective novels; she follows the formula from the Mystery genre more than she does any Fantasy formulas.)
And then there are the things I thought Rowling did especially well, and they’re a little odd but brilliant.
Rowling does an exceptionally good job with pets.  Most authors don’t touch this aspect of life, and those who do either make them too shallow or go so far as to make the animals heroes of the story.  Rowling, though, gives the pets personality while keeping the focus firmly on the kids.  We love the animals for themselves.  Hedwig is very dignified and stern; Crookshanks determined, impulsive, yet always doing the right thing; and Pigwidgeon is way too energetic and full of himself to the point it gets annoying.
Remus Lupin was my favorite character for a long time, and he’s still my No. 2.  What I love about him besides the fact that he was the most competent teacher the series had, he is the only person who has ever managed to discipline Harry.  And I mean the only one.
One of the things I realized in this novel is that Harry has no concept of what the rules are or why he should follow them.  You can’t blame him much; the Dursleys were abusive and their rules arbitrary that he never learned much about right and wrong from them; he just reached personal concepts about what was fair and unfair.  So as the series progresses, Harry does what he wants unchecked; his heart is in the right place (mostly) but he’s as stupid as he is brave and doesn’t often learn from the consequences of his actions.
Nobody really guides him.  Professor McGonagall is strict, but she treats him the same as she does any other student; no personal relationship to vouch for there.  Professor Dumbledore is Harry’s hero, but Dumbledore is a distant mentor rather than parent and he encourages Harry’s bad behavior more often than not.  The Weasleys are Harry’s family and they love him, but Molly and Arthur will not discipline him.  When Harry and Ron crash the car in Chamber of Secrets, Ron is the one who got the Howler.  Harry felt bad, but the discipline was never directed at him.  Sirius Black might be his godfather, but they barely know each other in this book, or really, for the rest of the series.
When Harry sneaks out to Hogsmeade and gets caught, Lupin crushes his childishness with just a couple sentences: “You parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry.  A poor way to repay them—gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.”  This is the first time that anything a grownup says that sinks into Harry’s soul.  Lupin should have been the one to raise Harry.
And lastly, poor Hermione.  Even when she joined Ron and Harry in the circle of friends, she was a pretty flat character until this novel, and it took breaking up the friendship briefly to do it.  We know she’s smart and cares about keeping the rules, but it’s in this book where we see how much she cares.  When Harry gets a Firebolt for Christmas from an anonymous giver, Hermione worries that it might be a cursed in order to secretly kill Harry.  Given the circumstances in this novel, that’s not an unfair call.  She knows doing the right thing and getting a teacher to take it away from Harry for inspection will make the boys angry at her, but she does it anyway.  Like Neville in Sorcerer’s Stone, Hermione proved it takes more bravery to stand up to your friends rather than your enemies, and she paid a heavier cost for it.  Just this act alone and everything that followed after, she proved to be the best person of the three of them.
It also made me want to slap both Ron and Harry.  You can tell they’re hitting puberty at this point, because all the adults are grateful that they aren’t their kids.

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