My eyes! They burn!
Jul. 20th, 2005 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morslaCurse ye, boredom! A slow afternoon and an overabundance of LJ entries mentioning That Darned Book led me to this page - where the Guardian has a collection of rather different takes on the Potter story.
The Guardian staff were so starved for rumours that two weeks before the book's release, they decided to invent their own. The topic they decided on was the death of Dumbldore, and readers were asked to write a piece in the style of another author...
I've just read Potter via Irvine Welsh ("Aye, Volders is fuckin psycho, like, but he's a mate n aw, so whit can you do?"), Hunter S. Thompson ("all of a sudden the air was filled with hundreds and thousands of frogs, hopping all over the front of the car and a voice was screaming 'what are these creatures'"), and H.P. Lovecraft ("When my peers were united in ponderous folly on the Quidditch pitch, instead, there was I in the twilit vaults beneath the library, turning the worm-gnawed pages of tomes far better left unopened, learning things far better left unlearnt") - not to mention A.A.Milne, Spike Milligan, and other horrors that should remain unknown.
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sclerotic_rings, who pushes blame back another step to lolotehe. I spread it selfishly to get it out of my head...
Warning: May contain Actual Spoilers in the comments of this entry. Everything in the link above is fiction from two weeks ago...
The Guardian staff were so starved for rumours that two weeks before the book's release, they decided to invent their own. The topic they decided on was the death of Dumbldore, and readers were asked to write a piece in the style of another author...
I've just read Potter via Irvine Welsh ("Aye, Volders is fuckin psycho, like, but he's a mate n aw, so whit can you do?"), Hunter S. Thompson ("all of a sudden the air was filled with hundreds and thousands of frogs, hopping all over the front of the car and a voice was screaming 'what are these creatures'"), and H.P. Lovecraft ("When my peers were united in ponderous folly on the Quidditch pitch, instead, there was I in the twilit vaults beneath the library, turning the worm-gnawed pages of tomes far better left unopened, learning things far better left unlearnt") - not to mention A.A.Milne, Spike Milligan, and other horrors that should remain unknown.
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sclerotic_rings, who pushes blame back another step to lolotehe. I spread it selfishly to get it out of my head...Warning: May contain Actual Spoilers in the comments of this entry. Everything in the link above is fiction from two weeks ago...
